The blankets call
In fuzzy warmth
Beconing to sleep til…
It does not matter anymore.
Until the pain is but a whisper.
The world is not so harsh.
Until the dreams and aspirations
Are no longer crushed
Without a spark.
Yet you won’t let me.
No. Not once. Not ever.
Whispering and nudging.
Screaming if you must.
No you will not let me.
Just this once…
Not show up.
