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Weak for, but not strong
Thy beauty parishes within thy heart
Cold and bitter as it may grow
Slowly ripped apart

Hands folded
Upon thy cotton pillow
Thou rest thy head
Empty and somewhat billowed

Cries for help art made
Upon thy blistered knees
For once again thou beg our heavenly father
That thy pain will soon to ease

With 'Amen' and the raise of thy head
Shame within thine eyes
Thy pain becomes clear
Once covered by thy lies

The only whispers upon thou
Art that of the wind
Darkness falls
It becomes clear that thou have sinned

Tears fall often
As thou rest curled in bed
Eyes closed
Thou try to clear thy head

Sleep well dear child
For in the morning thou shall awake
Forgiven for thy sins
Amens thou shall make

Kenneth D. Woodard

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The following comments are for "Upon Thy Cotton Pillow"
by PoeticallyObsessed

This is a sulluctent piece of work. I've read a few of your pieces, and they're all really good. They are concise and packed with emotion. i like 'em!!

( Posted by: thesadpoet [Member] On: March 25, 2007 )

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