I Can't Get Out of Bed

February 28, 2013
The monsters are all out there,
Preventing me from leaving my bed.
They personified themselves,
And escaped out of my head.

The snarl and twist my sheets,
Leaving me helpless in the mess.
Oh, how I miss the time,
When these thoughts I could suppress.

But now they’ve freed themselves,
And sent me straight to despair.
I wish I could at least be alone in anguish,
But these monsters always follow me there.

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