My Creative Pillow

My creative pillow
spinning visions
across night skies
that have no end.

My dreams are thick
with forgiveness
that oft escapes me
by day.

I hold my head
high above the
mean taunts
sly innuendos
cruel gossip
that make me
feel soiled, used
raped with words.

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6 Responses to My Creative Pillow

  1. Pingback: My Creative Pillow By Source of inspiration – Gardenlovepoet

  2. The mixture of creativity dreams and words as weapons are so deep and very truthful

    Like

  3. chris jensen says:

    Hello Pat!

    You always know what say,
    sentimental time
    quieting mind
    one eye blind..

    chris

    Like

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