Sunday, 6 October 2019

Pillow Fight - a poem

Pillow Fight

When night terrors come knocking
At three in the morning
Don’t lie there and take
What you wouldn’t day awake
As they press all your buttons
Mock all your failings
Find you out as an imposter
Alone in the universe, smaller and lost-er
Pray, pray, pray
To be delivered to next day
To shrug off the shroud
Of dark thoughts aloud
Scare the mares of night
Into flight
Cloven hooves departing as curtains open
Daylight banishes darkness once more
To the other side of the moon
Or so they say
Either way.
The pillow is not your friend
©  LS King 2019