Bed

Dreams, carry me,
To my childhood bed,
Where miseries,
I wept away,
Screaming to my soul,
Until inner voices,
Would give no more.
And my cheek,
A waterfall of tears,
Like blood from a wound,
Imitates the cryI uttered.
And the wind from my fan,
A lover's cold breath,
Tingling every inch of my spine,
Easing the pain of distance,
Draining my painfulMemories.

In my new bed,
Tears won't give any comfort.
The wind of my old fan,
A fleeing glance of time,
When the world
Was innocent,
Was blissful.
And my pillow,
It has forgotten,
How the night
Can be so cold,
So cruel ...
And the night,
A ruthless reminder
Of a wasted life,
In the embrace,
Of a stranger ...

So, soul, sleep now ...
Sleep.
Deep.
Dream.