Aaron Klimmek Poet Rhyme

Pillow Fight

Oh, I want to escape you; though, you’re my escape.
Pons Varolii signals begin to take shape.

I could never determine if white or if black.
You pull me to safety and push me right back.

You tell me great stories of visions untrue,
But at the close of the night demand payment due.

I’ve yet to determine a new way to cope.
I’m selling my soul for the mere glimpse of hope.

All joy that I feel is revealed to be fake.
Sleep away sweet, sweet child; may you never awake.

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L'Nass Shango March 24, 2009 at 8:20 AM You master your subject so well in rhyme, and rhythm that you cannot be seen as anything else but great. Love it.

Derrick Burton December 1, 2008 at 11:18 PM deep, the title and extra care you take to express this pillow fight, when i write i let goe and push my self beyond the normal limits, afterward i goe it and correct it. nice piece of poetry and look forward to reading more.