Shadows.
The light from the window beckons in,
Calls out, “It’s a brand new day” .
Shadows dance across my skin,
Begging me to come and play.
Wrapped in my sheets, head starts to spin.
I’m my bed today I know I’ll stay.
Dark hands pull me deep,
My bed now a prison.
All I can do is weep,
Yet, if only I had risen.
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