In Bed

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demure101
demure101
211 Followers

In bed, some of my day's moments
become engrained, fixed images
that slowly grind their way down
the soft, stone steps. These pictures
are not conductive to sleep. They plague

my hours with doubt, regret, they ask
all those questions I daily try
to avoid most: did I really
take the right decisions; does
my discontent outdo my last

true reason, or could here be
some reason in it? On the dark,
cold ceiling the day's stills dance past,
we, I, all I'd expected
and my hopes' negatives turned

inside out in shop windows,
in parks, mirrors, laughter dreamt of
and stray looks. No earthly effort
will make them turn, and so climb
back up on those worn steps again.

demure101
demure101
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DawnJDawnJabout 11 years ago
The movies of the mind...

...played out in woeful detail! Vivid!

AnonymousAnonymousover 11 years ago
WHEN ITS TIME TO PASS

regrets are in abundance, TK U MLJ LV NV