The Unmade Bed
The disarray of sheets
Piled haphazardly upon my unmade bed
A symbol of rebellion
The once perfect corners
And pillows in their places
A small reminder of the past
The peaceful dreams
Once had while slumbering there
Replaced by tears and sleepless nights
That bed, our bed, my bed
A place of rest and renewal
Holds less than happy reminders
But as if in protest I continue my nights
Right there holding on to the past
Grasping desperately for the future
I open my eyes to my new life, my new sheets
Those ridiculous monkeys climbing after apples
The perfect comical relief to my so called life
This poem was written by Jennifer Camp on Mar 18, 2007.
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