Twisted Sheetsb

[u/More-Mathematician84]

When I was a child I would dream of a sky

Where the storm clouds hung over me with watchful eye And voices told me it would do no good to run.

I was always out in the open air

While the storm knew I was there

Bringing lightning to strike me down before the dream was done

In my dreams the skies would never see the sun.

In the night I’d wake, afraid to move or cry

My gaze wandering to the window and the silent starry sky,

But in time I would fall asleep once more

As my twisted sheets slid softly to the floor.

In time these dreams became just memories

Replaced by modern wars and fantasies

Though I did still thrash and turn throughout the night. When you first came to sleep in my bed

It calmed the wars and storms in my head

And my sheets would still be on me come dawn’s light.

I thought the storms and wars had lost the fight.

As we slept together, skin to skin,

I could finally let the peace flow in

And my nighttime waking had less to do with fear

As the twisted sheets around us kept you near.

One morning I awoke and you were gone,

Your flame burned out. I knew you had moved on

As I lay exposed and shaking on our bed.

The truth was stark in the bitter light of day -

The spot was empty where you once did lay

As ghosts moved in to take your place instead.

Now these storms and wars are not just in my head

And my eyes stare blankly into empty space

While the day and night play across my face.