Bedtime

Bedtime she says
She reminds him of
His mother and
A half century of rebellion.

His protest is not heard
His heart is weak
His soul is bored
His days are numbered.

The resignation letter reads
So comes to pass that
I am passing and
The years of ambition
Mean nothing
Goodbye.

Bedtime she says
She reminds him of
His mother and
He feels suffocated.

There was a wife once
Few wives to be precise
All wanted bedtime
He wanted to bed them and
Go.

A nurse
A wife
Or an empty street corner
He wonders
What’s more painful
The complicated humans
Death or
Dying alone.

Loneliness kills!

Bedtime she says
She reminds him of
His mother and
He cries like a child
Who lost his mother
She caresses him
She rocks him to sleep
She leaves with his soul.

July 5, 2017

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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