Patrice Dixon

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Tears On My Pillow - Poem by Patrice Dixon


My heart stopped. Beating.
They say the first cut is the deepest.
Now I’m bleeding.

As a hammer pounding a nail
Was the weight of my tears
As it hit my pillow
Releasing my cares

The puddle that grew
Held everything I Knew
Hopes, dreams and aspirations
Love Trust and Admiration

But gradually they drained
Dripping from my face
As my heart withered slowly
These attributes no longer pertained

Slowly going cold
Shivering for comfort
As I grip my pillow closely

I try to resuscitate
Gasping for air
But the tears keep flowing
As I wallow in despair

I cry for freedom
From your emotional issues
But the shackles remain..
The cycle continues


My heart stopped. Beating.

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  • (12/17/2009 6:56:00 PM)

    Very wonderful
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 17, 2009

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