Poetry

Pillow

Where were you?
My pillow;

I’d waited so long
Through the quiet storms and tranquil hells
For you to come
And save me.

I’d been falling all this time
And it’d been so long
That the ground seemed so close
And I neared it with prayer.

But you never came
And I lay here broken
All the same.

15.II.2023

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