Thread: Sleeping with Sadness

I sleep with sadness
like I would a blanket,
all tangled up in sheets
that I have been thrashing
at all night long.

Because of nightmares,
wishful thinking,
and the noise of grinding teeth
while I sleep.

While I live, for that matter,
and I keep piling on more blankets
to try to stay warm,
but the blankets accumulate.

Like my sadness,
and somehow,
I have to wake up
and throw all those blankets
onto the floor.