Feathered Pillow Poem by Matt Mondschein

Feathered Pillow

Rating: 5.0


Another smack
I start to bleed
As a child of ten
Is this what I need

I can't wait
For the time to sleep
I know then
That it's safe to weep

Feathered pillow
Can't feel my pain
And for me, the hurt
I feel
Is hard to explain

I thought mommies
Were supposed to love
And not be vultures
That strike from above

Can't she see
I've done nothing wrong
Or is this the meaning
Of tough love

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Gale 17 May 2007

Sad experience that is too true for some, well penned

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Charley60 K 28 December 2006

Your writing flowed, sad it is for pain experienced by a child-at the hands of a parent is the deepest pain ever to have. The feeling of being unsecure and wondering when the next pain will be felt. It was a good write, although sad.

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