POETRY: “The Pillow Felt like a Poem”

By Nicole Manning

The pillow felt like poison to my hand

My body

My soul

I had so much left to say

To write

To push for.

If I went to sleep,

Would that mean my dreams would die?

Would that mean everything I pushed for,

Strived for,

Fought for,

Would end up as nothing but a pile of dust?

The pillow felt like poison to my hand

My body

My soul.

All those demons, those thoughts those dreams, would end up like dust in the wind

As they wouldn’t stop clouding my mind

As I closed My Eyes

These Eyes

But are they my eyes?

As when I close them I see others

I see colors

I see memories that won’t

GO!!!!

Why? you may ask

No one but my subconscious knows.

The pillow felt like poison

The pillow felt like poison

The pillow felt like poison to my hand

My body

My Soul

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