Pillow Talk

image courtesy of Theme Thursday

I'm here for you at the end of each day
On my soft breast you wearily lay
I cradle you gently as you drift to sleep
You whisper your secrets that I vow to keep.

When you are lonely, I mop up your tears
When ghosts come to haunt you, I hold back the fears
When you are angry and punch with your fist
I just absorb what I cannot resist.

I'm soft at my hardest, down right to my core
I know only to yield and can give you no more.

submitted for Thursday Think Tank #55 at  Poets United
and for Theme Thursday, Soft

Status Migraine

She swallowed the pills and said goodnight

It hurt too much to even cry

She closed her eyes against the light

She counted her breaths, her chest so tight

The bed, her nest, on which she'd lie

She swallowed the pills and said goodnight

Tired of fighting the noble fight

Confronting her nemesis eye to eye

She closed her eyes against the light

Blurred edges between wrong and right

It made no difference, so why try?

She swallowed the pills and said goodnight

She prayed in vain, in pain, in spite

Her body was weak, her spirit dry

She closed her eyes against the light

Her mind a blank, a board wiped white

Again another small death she'd die

She swallowed the pills and said goodnight

She closed her eyes against the light.

(submitted for Thursday Poets Rally Week 37)

Thank you Jingle for the Perfect Poet Award for Week 37!

for Week 38 I nominate    
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