I spend each night
Dreading my bed,
Not because it hurts
To lay down my head,
Or that I would rather
Be awake instead—
No, that is certainly
Not what I said—
But because I know
To whom I’m wed;
I mean not my spouse
To whom I’m dead,
Nor any vocation
In which I’ve led,
Nor of any illness
which I’ve been bled,
But that specter that
Wakes up in my head,
And reminds me
That I’m still not dead.
Oh, I know, it’s me painting
This shade of red,
And I’ll be dismissed
For refusing to be fed
A cake of caustic clichés like,
“Don’t let depression tread”,
Or any stupid saying
Without any cred.
Yet, let’s remember
This common thread:
True peace only comes
When one is dead.
Until that moment
I ‘ll have my bed dread.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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So true peace only comes when one is dead but remember there are many walking that are dead. Dead to what goes on around them, dead to new ideas, dead to what is going on inside them, dead to morals and compassion. A fun but at the same time most mind provoking poem that hopefully awaken some that are sleeping and arouses from the dead some departed. Very nicely written my friend.
Indeed. All the way around on that. Thank you, my friend. That alternative perspective on this poem is both profound and true. Thank you for enlightening me! β€οΈπ
I love the rhyme aspect, and also your personal story that really shines through here! I personally get in bed to avoid existential dread--sleeping all my problems away--but I also understand the idea of reluctance, and not wanting to face the end of the day.
Thank you, my friend. Much appreciated. Indeed, during the day when I am depressed all I can think about is crawling into bed an never coming back out again...but then night hits! LOL! Anywho, glad the poem delivered.
This goes so many ways,certain people to certain things and feeling's are dead, the dreading of the end of the day and going to bed, because then the mind and demons come alive, enjoyed the read
Indeed. Glad you did, my friend. Thanks so much!
You are very welcome
Don't be like that, Tristan. Just say Stuffit more often - or 'Why should I care? why should I let it touch me?' Archie Roach,(Lawrence Oliver) I think, in The Entertainer.
I read it three times because I was fascinated by the rhyme.... I know your message, but I've reached the point where I'm past caring...
Also endorse Soren's response here.
Me too! Loved his take. Indeed, I have gotten to the "don't care" place, but that is counter to who I am so that always feels foreign to me. Yet I am there and it has become a necessary defense against the ignorance. So, yeah, feel you there. For sure. Thank you, Dave, for getting it. Much appreciated! β€οΈπ
A comedy film says to a person who was presumed missing for some time, 'How did you find out you were not dead?' The reply was, 'Well, I saw my picture in the newspaper'. lol. The question is daft to start with, then comes the humorous reply.
LOL! Indeed. Thank you for reading my friend. Sorry for the delayed response, had quite the week.
Bed dread - you got the bed bugs?! lol.
This spoke to me and brings that occasional visitor that will be called βnight terror.β So it isnβt insomnia, reallyβ¦ love it being called βbed dread.β ππ»π
Exactly! Thank you my friend, glad the poem and the term spoke to you and that it overall delivered. Glad to not be alone too! πβ€οΈ
Itβs a battle that has to be fought! ππ»ποΈ
Excellent. The meter and rhyme do the theme well.
Thank you, Thomas! Glad it delivered, my friend. β€οΈπ
lovely
Thank you, sheta. Sorry for my delayed response, I had quite the chaotic week. Glad the poem delivered and I really appreciate your time and feedback. β€οΈπ
Poetic exploration of absolute truth. Outstanding writeπ
Thank you, my friend. I am glad it delivered. My apologies for the delayed response, been quite the hectic week. Thank you again for your time and your feedback. β€οΈπ
Superb writing.
Thank you, Thomas! Much appreciated, my friend! β€οΈπ
Deeply moving and profoundly honest.
Thank you, Salvia! I am glad it delivered!
No.... that's actually NOT quite true, but I'm a woman and shouldn't "teach" a man. Let me leave it at that. Most superbly rendered in sheer perfection with excellent imagery and a fitly haunting, yes damning, poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
You can teach me anything you'd like, my friend. I am always open to learn. Besides, I've had far more women mentors and friends than men...as life turns out. Funny how things work out. Anywho, thank you so much for your time and for your thoughts. Always anticipated and appreciated! πβ€οΈ
this poem does make us sit up and think...
and yes, some of us do have these moments.
This was a delightful read! Reminds me if something I read once, though I'm not sure what :p
Thank you, hanleigh, much appreciated, my friend. πβ€οΈ
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