Bedrotting

Bedrotting.

Bare, puffy face

New ache scars rub off

Of dirty pillow cases .

As your curtain waits

To be opened, cough

Followed by cough.

You always had these phases.

Where you couldn't

Leave your bed for days.

Rotting away, unclean.

Skipping school even if you shouldn't.

Always trapped in a daze.

Untouchable, unheard of,

Until we'd arrive at the scene.

Scene of your room.

With plates, clothes covering

The floor, unable to see.

Darkness had consume

Every corner, rustling

Under your cold sheets.

Only leaving too pee.

Wasting away, wasting

Youthful days meant

To be spent in play.

Learning, embracing, chasing

Dreams only youth dreamt.

Not lying here dying, decay.

by; Tori Sheehan