[Poem] A Bed of Hate

The bright sun has set,
leaving darkness all around;
As the chatter fades away,
scary silence makes a sound..
You have shut your eyes,
shut out your room-mate;
How can you sleep at night
on a bed made of hate?

The bedsheet is tattered,
patterned with polka dots;
Crimson-coloured fabric,
handwoven with gunshots..
You snuggle under your blanket
(which is set to detonate);
How can you sleep at night
on a bed made of hate?

You pop pills of ignorance
with soporific intention;
Your pillow feels soft, while
the mattress holds tension..
Your dreams help you escape
from the nightmares you create;
How can you sleep at night
on a bed made of hate?

How can you sleep at night
on a bed made of hate?
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I like poetry, philosophy and fridge magnets.

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