Bed

I don't want to get out of bed
I rather lay in these memory stained sheets instead
I want to fall deep into my blankets embrace
fear of facing the world outside
I don't want to share my grief
So Im staying in my bed to hide

The sun is not allowed to flow through my window
theres no joy in its rays today
I just wish it would rain
at least it would match my mood in a way
I want the drops to beat against the pane
and the thunder to roar
and if it slowed even a little
Id close my eyes and pray for more
for one day alone
to get lost in my thoughts
roll around in my emotions
wallow in my own sorrow
if I am allowed just one whole day
I promise to get out of bed
Tomorrow.