Tag: respect

I now sleep on the same bed my father used to sleep,
it feels cosy at night but in the morning i weep,
he snored with no rhythm,
he snored so loud and they told no tale neither did they make me want to sleep,
it’s a hole so deep,
sometimes i drown in my own sweat,
sometimes it’s so hard that it makes my body ache,
i don’t want to sleep on it again,
but it’s the only bed there is in the house,
spooky feeling,slow healing,
the bedbugs won’t let me sleep,
they take away my pride of being a dreamer,
they say what doesn’t dream is as good as dead,
i feel dead for a moment as my dreams are nowhere to be found,
it’s a bed i never thought it would be hard for me to sleep on,
i now look my father with a different eye,
the eye that never dances,
never blinks,
never stops being white,
that’s how being in my father’s shoe feels like.