Going to bed

Don't lull me, dear. I cannot sleep

Despite the fairy-tales you tell.

My arms around your neck; I weep.

You keep on whispering: ‘Sleep well.’

You chose a bitter lullaby

To make me close my broken eyes.

It doesn’t calm; it makes me cry

While you are humming tender lies.

I asked you tearfully to stay,

To leave a ray of light, a spark,

To hold my hand… You went away

And left me crying in the dark.

I pulled the blanket on my head

And whispered: ‘No, it isn’t true!’

You didn’t leave me in this bed.

It was a dream. It wasn’t you.

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