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The pillow story
Did I try enough?
Was I upright or rough?
Hurtful, guilt, or proud?
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
The whispers of my bravery,
The screams of my recovery
The sorrows that I swallow,
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
Haunting shadows of the past,
The echoes that stayed last,
still swedging to be free.
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
The longing in solitude
For a supposed pal to rescue;
Or just a circle to get into?
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
Consumed by loneliness,
Choked with dilemma and distress,
The stories that are suppressed,
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
A possible damnation
of my emotional fluctuations;
The thoughts that are dead,
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
My wet weeping willow
recurs every night from zero,
Unaware of its worth, but
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
© pritha_and_words
#poem #poemoftheday #thoughts #selfcare
Was I upright or rough?
Hurtful, guilt, or proud?
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
The whispers of my bravery,
The screams of my recovery
The sorrows that I swallow,
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
Haunting shadows of the past,
The echoes that stayed last,
still swedging to be free.
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
The longing in solitude
For a supposed pal to rescue;
Or just a circle to get into?
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
Consumed by loneliness,
Choked with dilemma and distress,
The stories that are suppressed,
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
A possible damnation
of my emotional fluctuations;
The thoughts that are dead,
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
My wet weeping willow
recurs every night from zero,
Unaware of its worth, but
Knows only one -
The pillow down my head.
© pritha_and_words
#poem #poemoftheday #thoughts #selfcare
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