AR (3-2-1945 / California)

Bedtime Story

I don’t want to sleep alone
In a pitch black room
That spells doom
I don’t want loneliness to reach out to me and swallow me whole
And plants its claw deep into my soul
Solitude can be a mountain of granite
I don’t want to have to chip away
And live off the memories in decay
I don’t want and I don’t need an empty bed
Remembering monumental moments now all dead
But just because you want it to be so, doesn’t make it so

by Alfred Ramos

Comments (2)

How true! GW I see where Mary was here. May God bless all her charms! She sleeps alone no more.
awesome work...thanks for sharing.