Asleep in my Murphy Bed

Staring into a blank space,
I don’t see very much.
This is all too difficult for you.
To put a key in the door
But not for the night out.
I never was the perfect shape, was I?
Or the right size?
I never said anything just to make you happy.
What would you learn from that?
My shape doesn’t help you.
What good am I to you?
What use have I served?
You were never one to answer questions, were you?
The aqueduct is flooded.
My sense of right and wrong gets distorted by a random hug or an “I’m proud.”
So take your restless life out on me.
So that one day I can beg and plead!
For the forgiveness of my brother and mother.
For leaving them.
For not returning home until the ship passes.