finding sleep

during the war

finding sleep was hard

as the bombs

dropped,

as the guns

filled the sky

with boom and light.

sleep

was a rare commodity.

in those times.

a ditch would

do,

a basement, cold and

wet, an uneasy dark,

but safe, seemed fine.

but in the end

only a warm bed

could give you what you needed.

let the bombs fall,

the rafters crumble,

at least in death

you'd finally get what you

wanted so badly,

for so long.