Wash me away

Carry me off

Drown me to stillness

I long to be lost undreaming nothingness

So so still barely there but for faint breath

But no. I run marathons. Hide from monsters

Scratch my skin my hair wake angry and confused

My boy can’t sleep, I break his peaceful rest

Too hot and told off

Don’t move again


Confused and sad, angry I can’t stop myself

Will I have to sleep in another room for

For sleep

Tie my hands and feet I would be too scared

Trapped between my boy and a wall

In a narrow single bed. I used to sleep.


©  Jennifer Winterburn


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