midnite blue

the bed was vast, cold and empty
a desert without sand
pillows scattered about like boulders
no comfort for an aching head
and night’s unbroken silence
settles heavily upon the ears
as the human computer caught in a loop
runs captured moments in three quarters time
the blankets provide little warmth
to a heart forever chilled
promises of a better tomorrow
are little comfort to a damaged soul
shattered dreams litter the bedroom floor
like the shredded webs of a hundred spiders
discarded to make way
for another round of freudian nightmares