#creogs

[ranting-n-writing]

Nights

Flop onto a piece of foam they say is a bed

Lay your head on a cushion they say is a pillow

Fall asleep to a floor they say is quiet

While the light from under the call room door still illuminates a better part of your nest

Close your eyes while you pray for a few moments of sleep

Of solitude 

Quiet your mind while your ears are perked for the beeper, the phone, the chirp of alarms dinging 

Sleep they say 

Sleep.