My Bed

The Bed.

Today.

It was.

My sanctuary.

It is the place.

Where I can hide.

Even.

From myself.

My disgusting self.

My selfish self.

My careless self.

When in bed.

I feel free.

To not.

Just not.

Nothing more than not.

Nothing less than not.

When in bed.

Cares are pressed between mattresses.

Worries are above blankets.

Responsibilities become nightmares.

I did not want to leave.

The bed.

This morning.

For that very reason.

Out of bed.

I become aware.

Once upon my two feet.

I know where.

I've been.

And.

Where I'm going. 

Once out of it.

I realize what I said.

The day prior.

I realize.

What I did.

The day behind me.

To the very one.

I love.

Why?

Why do I do this?

Disgusted.

In me.

I'll just go to bed.

Where I'm free.

To escape me.

Where I allow.

Myself.

Not to think.

Of anything.

But.

Only on my bed.

Does this happen.

It's time for sleep.

Please forgive me.

For the days.

When I'm on my two feet.

And.

I still act.

Like I'm in.

My bed.

Yes.

Please.

Forgive me.