Devil borrows
Twilight’s voice
tortures sensibility
Tangled bedclothes
grumble, inflexible
bedmates – unsupportive
Where is reason?
my mind wails
heart drumming discord
I access light,
perch on edge of bed
will myself to breathe
(My dear husband is in hospital again, his fifth surgery to reconstruct his knee. It’s been a long ordeal and my heart bleeds for him. Fear is an awful bedmate. I submit this poem in response to the promptings of Eugi’s Weekly prompt: twilight and Reena’s Xploration challenge: devil. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest 