The bed

A mattress once new and bright, sags from many a night

Worn memories faded, frayed and torn where love was born

Cobwebs fluttering flags, life's floating defeated rags

In time's dust amassed, cover dead dreams of the past

Ragged rat hole gnawed within, spreading poison under skin

Wood once strong, termite ridden, love's perforations hidden 

A once majestic bed now bows its sleepy head 

Reviews

[RomaJ]

I love how you use a “mattrass” (an older, almost nostalgic spelling of mattress) as a vessel of memory and time. It becomes a testament to the passage of life and passion, showing how love and experience leave their marks even on the things that cradle us. The imagery is both poignant and vivid--though maybe it’s finally time to get a new mattrass, haha! Great write.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and kind interpretation of this piece. Age does take its toll on all things. Your words are most appreciated