Roaring Pillow
The silence of emptiness is
deafening, it roars from my
pillow. Though eyes wide
open I fail to see, for in
darkness there are no names,
only the flickering of my
mistakes. So with ease I
caress this mortal wound,
borne of futures knife, for
I am undeserved. Only the
feeling of loss lingers this
moonless soul.
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
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