The Past

Have you ever sat on the edge? Covers drawn, and sheets wrinkled.

Tired in a way that doesn’t make sense. Lost in silent wonder, at how long your life’s been spent in slumber. When dreams are such a welcome friend and days long gone seem so very far away. It’s hard to stand and face the day.

To sleep, or to weep, an equal need,

and a choice not so easily made.

Not when comfort and pain have the same name: Time.