Lament of a pillow

Friday, March 01, 2013 , , 0 Comments


A silent tear slipped slow,
My hands refuse to wipe the flow.
Throat tight hiding the sobs,
Breath coming out strangled and sharp.

The sodden pillow knows the train,
It shared its story of endless pain.
"I caress every teary eyes,
I smoothen every ruffled face,
I allow myself to be crumpled for comfort,
Get a  punch or a kick for reasons untold.

Every life has an end,
Mine just round the bend,
Soggy, stained and struggling to fend.
Its not fair to be thrown out spent..."

Viji

Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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