Black Poetry : Sleepy

[Nisa]

I'm sleepy...
Tired of wrapping myself up in the thick comforters of lies and crap...
That are on top of silk sheets of puppet strings...
Im tired of resting my head on a weak pillow, that wont support my head..
Tired of laying on a mattress...with feathers poking me everywhere...
Telling me that I need a new bed..yet I ignore the pain..and say at least I have somewhere to sleep...
I'm going to move to the floor..
sleeping naked..ready to recieve the satin blanket of love and truth..
not afraid to sleep on the hard surface of potential stability..
Getting the rest I need..
So I will able to give and recieve

 

[daroc]

im lovin this. sometimes you just got to take reality as it hits you- for what it is.

 

[watzinaname]

Whoa, yes, sometimes we just get used to doing bad, just becomes second nature. Glad that the wake up came. This was tight, loved how you used the metaphor of bedding. Flow on poet.

 

[triniti424]

I'm going to move to the floor..
sleeping naked..ready to recieve the satin blanket of love and truth..

I loved that part sister

it was liberating

props poetess

 

[$$RICH$$]

awesome write well felt we all cross in path ways