Bed

I've been in bed for almost two weeks, wrote this.

I stayed in bed, 

"Don't." they said. 

"Participate in life." 

Play, it matters.

Face, the laughter.

Dance away the night.

For what is the point, without the joy, 

The child chase the stolen toy. 

They'll take it back. 

It always leaves.

Left alone, to grieve. 

To wait, its return, 

So patiently. 

In hopes, but secret doubt. 

Hide away the inner voice,

Don't let the sucker out. 

Author's Note

I don't know how much sense this makes, I kind of just wrote this. I hope you like it, thanks for reading :)