Bed

DD.

I stayed in bed,

"Don't." they said. 

"Participate in life."

 

Play, it matters. 

Face, the laughter. 

Dance away the night. 

 

For what is the point, without the joy,

The child chase the stolen toy.

 

They'll take it back.

It always leaves.

Left alone, to grieve. 

 

To wait, its return,

So patiently. 

In hopes, but secret doubt. 

Hide away the inner voice,

Don't let the sucker out. 

 

  • Author: DD. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2017 23:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: I've been in bed for nearly two weeks, I wrote this. I hope you like this, thanks for reading :)
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 15
  • User favorite of this poem: b-LAH-que.
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Comments1

  • b-LAH-que

    How relatable and excellently expressed with lovely rhythm. An instant favorite, well done.



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