Sleep

I sleep on the floor tonight,
no wood, stone nor carpet
no, a protest, a cry for help, unrelenting numbness

I lay in the vast room of my mind
unfinished tasks; broken dreams; mouldy pots and greasy hair
I long to stand, to sleep in my own bed

my lungs hurt, my head hurts
I'm not moving

I feel I've lost something important
but now I'm just a rug in the vast room

tonight and forever I will sleep on the floor