Baggage under My Bed

Something is poking a hole in my dreams,
pushing the sleep from my head,
and only my twitchy nightmares remain.
Must be that baggage under my bed

It’s filled with judgments, and stuffed with pain,
and apologies never said.
It’s bloated with anger, spite, and remorse,
that baggage under my bed.

I should drag it out and open it up
unpack all the hurt and the dread,
but there’s a lot of misery crammed inside
the baggage under my bed.

So I leave it alone and shy away,
like a place I fear to tread.
I close my eyes, but I doubt I will rest,
for there’s baggage under my bed.