A night in my Bed

Lying wide awake under my sheets

I recall who I used to be

I look at myself now and wonder

What has led me into this mansion of hunger

I dream of being better than who I used to be

I push aside any miseries

I work through my day in honesty and discipline.

I follow the rules, a routine keeps me going.

I spend hours of my day playing with my mates

Late hours at home are spent doing something good.

The calmness within is sometimes shattered by a wave of rage

A storm rises like it will never stop.

I see myself falling and worry I can never rise again.

But just a night’s sleep in my bed

Will make everything right once again.

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