Pillow

[zoolane]

Laying down your head.
Slowing mould it to desire shape.
Your head sinking deeper and deeper.
Softest of it feel comforting.

You start falling into dream like state.
Noise round you fade away.
Like it was never there in 1st place.


Eyes heavy from day work.
Try hard to keep them open.
But they closed tight.
They shut like they super glue together.

Then alarm going off.
Your eyes unglue themselve.
Try to focus on day head.
You slow get up out bed.

3rd go at poem feedback welcome thankyou.

[Delta40]

I like it. Your poem highlights the real creature comfort of such a simple thing as my pillow.

thanks