Bed Of Regret

Spoken tourniquet weave
me a figure worth laughter.
Come and listen squeeze
this vessel bleeds disaster.


From a valley shadows coy
now come in tidal waves.
I look for an upside but it is
upside down so I heat rage.


Curses rip my soul bleed
I do at all my old new seams
that bleed again now I reside
in an all knowing numb dream.


Anger of people I once knew
come front in my abode.
As the pillow I grip tightly
resists rest I command told.


Sleep deep demand reprimand
I do now so I can leave regrets.
But the day unfolds cold and I
see many things I can’t forget.

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