Category: Writers Block
I lay awake in my bed, warmed by my sheets of silk.
Thinking back to the days of old when i was comforted by her milk.
When i'd need to escape this cold and harsh reality, i'd lay underneath ner arm like branches in the automn breeze.
She'd whisper sweet lullaby's and soliloquies, rekindling my hopes and broken firy dreams.
Beneath the willow tree, i found salice and sanctuary.
Beneath the willow tree, i now rest at peace.
Nice poem