comfort

My bed calls for me, whispering my name,

Pulling me into its wonderful warmth.

The pillows devour my stress and anxiety

My weak and weary body slips deeper into the worn mattress.

The blackness around me invades my sullen mind,

It fills the voids i feel.

The warmth overpowers that today, I have become.

Sleep conquers my depression.

This place, my place give me hope for a better tomorrow.