I Have a Good Wife

Last night I was in bed
Staring at a blank screen
It was 11:55, and I turned to the one I lay by
mumbled to her

Sometimes I’m afraid of sleep
afraid of tomorrow

It’s like
I’ve left my soul in the oven
And if I sleep, it’ll burn away before the sun rises again

She let out a long sigh,
Like she do every night
Turned to face me,
Snuggled close and whispered

When you hear midnight scraping at our window
You can be sure that I’ll be here in the morning
If he threatens to kill the growth you’ve had
Shout for me and I’ll cut ‘im

Published by The Poetry of Ants

I've been writing poetry since I was little. These poems have always been my means of resolving the world as it is against the world as it should be. Writing has been my great catharsis. I hope that you and I may be able to share in that.

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