Unrested

#FromOneLine prompt 171

I tripped over my dreams
Sprawling on the rug
As I stepped out of bed
Unrested, nursing anxiety
From visions splattered
Across the dark walls;
Clouding my head
As I struggle to remember
Nights of sweet slumber
When the dreams were pretty;
Now, they lie gasping
For breath, to remain alive
As our world turns into
A living nightmare!

My Corner

The quiet I usually crave
Patiently waits for me
At the corner of my bed
A pillow carries perfume
Of freshly washed hair
Mildly stained sweet sweat
Of long summer nights
Wrinkled sheets beckon
Hiding a half-open book
And a peeping bookmark hints
It may well be time to rest

The quiet I usually crave
Patiently waits for me
At the corner of my bed
Pillows carry perfume
Of freshly washed hair
Mildly stained with sweat
Of long summer nights;
Wrinkled sheets beckon
Hiding a half-open book
A peeping bookmark hints
It may well be time to rest

Shameless Dreams

Shameless dreams spill
Sprinting over a window sill
Plucked from my eyelids
By naughty night angels
Who revel at my expense
Chuckle with exuberance
At how innocently I believe
In visions true only in sleep!

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