Night by night
On the couch
Is where I lay my head
Night by night
My side stays empty
Night by night
Month by month
It's about to be a year
From the last time
I don't know
Unfortunately
Uncomfortable
My body won't let me lay down for to long
Unfortunately
Uncomfortable
This couch feels
Unfortunately
Uncomfortable
My sleeping situation
Is killing me
I wish I could go to sleep in my bed
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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We grow accustomed to certain things even in their discomfort and then again there are times that others angry at us force us from a place of comfort to much less comfortable place. Metaphor or literal a good write all the same
Shikibuton might be better than a couch, great poem.
Wishing that you get to sleep in your bed soonest in a relaxed frame of mind
stay happy - and pls leave the couch...
Your poem expresses loneliness, physical discomfort, and emotional exhaustion, centered around the repetitive image of the speaker trying — and failing — to find rest on a couch. On the surface, it’s about sleepless nights and an aching body, but underneath, it’s about emotional displacement — not being able to return to a space (the bed) that once offered comfort and intimacy. Well Done Anthony
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