My Pillow, My Witness
MY PILLOW, MY WITNESS
It knows my pain
It knows what's going on in my brain
It knows my heart's feelings and emotions
It knows my troubles and tribulations
At day time it is always dry
At night, very wet because that time I cry
That time my pain with my pillow I share
It listens to me and shows its care
When I'm in a bad space
My pillow dries my tears on my face
My Pillow, My Witness
Bearer of my sadness
Bearer of my happiness
Bearer of my tears
Strength and courage of my fears
My comforter when I'm weak
My shoulder to cry on every weak
I may say I'm fine, yet I'm not
If you find that hard to believe,
My Pillow is My Witness.
PoeticMonwa
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