My mattress is river rock
My pillow a cudgel
Spiraling view when seated
Torment in repose
My fibers strain and quiver
Kokoro in agony
Silent dark does not placate me
Lute and lyre does not soothe me
Turbulent thoughts with no expulsion
Wasted frantic hours
From stormy skies I see descending angel
Piercing spear down through my skull
Leaving me in windswept ocean
Waves pounding
Throbbing pain behind sinistral eye
I’m drowning
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
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Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
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This was so poignant. Loved your poem!