White Sheets

I lay my head down

Your blankness beckoning me

Your crumpled corner

Holds my dreams in its folds

Inside my unassuming mind

You remain

My silent specter of gold

That tiny tinge of red

It marks the beginning of a life

You hold on to it

Throughout the dancing shadows of the night

In those moments of truth

You lie

Ignorant of the vacancies of the daylight

I embrace you tonight

In the heart of my darkness

Inside this paranoid mind

Where fear slowly creeps

And when I wake up

I find

Those scary shadows were only my white sheets.

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