jane unrest [blank verse assignment]

encased between bars of metal rods,
the softest thing you could ever imagine
sleeps, captive in its manmade dungeon.
i oversee this painful exploitation
of cotton balls & woven nylon strings.

one day here, & one day it was gone.
if only it could talk, it would tell you
the dreams i dreamt, the guests, the foes, the lovers
that came & went, became a part of it.
if only i could have those days return.

tonight i sleep, cradled in the bones
of trees. laid side by side, they form a hard
nest of knots & grain, a paradise
for my aching back. this bed will not
absorb my dreams the way it did before.
what's it to you?
who go