My Bed

My bed has memories that I’m fond of,
And knows about moments I’m not proud of.
My bed has held my tears,
And knows my fears.
My bed is there when I’m awake at night,
When my conscience chooses to fight.
My bed is my confidant,
My bed knows my love for “A’s” is redundant.
My bed knows why my carpal tunnel acts up.
My bed knows that when I start, I don’t stop.
My bed knows the type of savage I am,
My bed has been witness to the wickedest slam.
My bed will be there to the end.
My bed is my best friend.