What was our bed is my bed
Shared but not shared
Alone with 6 others
Kept warm but still cold
Sleep remains elusive
Thoughts cram my aching head
Like the pain of my aching heart
Memories of better times, great times
Where I sleep’s a different country now.
A country foreign to me, not the one of my dreams
I’m an interloper in my own bed
Night no longer my refreshing friend.