He can’t sleep because he imagines
all the wonderful things he might miss.
He clutches his beary-bear
and roars his defiance.
I can’t sleep because I imagine
all the awful things waiting out there.
I clutch my pillow, and wish that
it gave me the same comfort.
© 2011
The Juice Bar 
Simply stunning work Alex, always! Bravo – Lisa
I hear this, so loud and clear. Thank you!
Oh hours I miss the beary-bear outlook. Wonderful piece.
“how I miss…” although I suppose it does frequently go on for hours. Had to come read this one again.
This is so good… so good.