Caskets and Cocoons
a short poem
It’s getting real early and I’m trying to sleep.
In 30 more minutes my alarm will beep.
I don’t want to get up and face the day,
the lights so bright it pushed the night away.
So I stay in the same place I’ve always been,
my cocoon so cozy, where I don’t need to pretend.
It keeps me huddled in everything that I know,
where my dreams and memories have a place to go.
‘Cause I know a world uncontrolled but contained,
to my hopes, past, future, and brain,
where laughs are amassed until the nightmares rain,
Cause even dreams scream with a little bit of pain.
So I awake from that nightmarish hole,
slide jeans on and push my heels to the sole.
Cause there’s more to life than sitting in rooms.
We all have to awake from our caskets and cocoons.
© 2012 Brian M. Loewer All rights reserved.
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