Poem: The Spare Bed

By Alex Coverdale

introspective woman illustration

I’ve decided to write another rhyming poem

Since I can’t seem to sleep.

Because the rent in my head

Is now far too expensive to keep.

The days are somehow shorter

Yet life remains long,

So I reduce it to my four walls

And continue playing the same song.


Playing the role is easier,

Of the girl I want to be,

I find it tiresome

When the only one in my head is me.

So I set another couch in my brain,

A place for her to stay,

I will provide for her

As she presents to me her play.


It’s a beautiful role,

She plays the perfect part.

It’s funny to think all this suffering

Would soon become her art.

And I would like to benefit from it,

In the life I want to live.

But it’s far harder to take

When all I know is to give.


So I will let her stay downstairs,

In the spare bed or the basement.

As I empty the filing cabinets

For another poetic statement.

To describe the indescribable,

A benefit I can keep.

And then,

Once it is over,

I can try to get to sleep.


Alex Coverdale

Balgowlah, NSW


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