Devil borrows
Twilight’s voice
tortures sensibility
Tangled bedclothes
grumble, inflexible
bedmates – unsupportive
Where is reason?
my mind wails
heart drumming discord
I access light,
perch on edge of bed
will myself to breathe
(My dear husband is in hospital again, his fifth surgery to reconstruct his knee. It’s been a long ordeal and my heart bleeds for him. Fear is an awful bedmate. I submit this poem in response to the promptings of Eugi’s Weekly prompt: twilight and Reena’s Xploration challenge: devil. Image my own.)
Reena Saxena 
Prayers for your dear husband’s complete healing. So sorry he’s going through so much. {{{HUGS}}}
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he says
is a lie
and that is why
the procedure
will succeed
cos you need him
and he you too
mine is friday
fun with a pacemaker
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