Everyone has had a night where your pillow teases you about sleeping but you are deeply involved in something else so you ignore it. That is what this work is all about.
Dim light of my computer
Shines off fresh linen
I know I should sleep
I know I need to sleep
There is always one more level
A few more monsters to kill
Another maiden to save
My sword clashes
A warrior from England wants to end my life
My eyes start to droop
The movements on the screen slow
My mind wanders to the pillow
What wonders does it contain
Will I travel to ancient
Maybe there'll be puppies
Will I catch that fish that evaded me so many nights
I hear my sword break
He moves in for the kill
My mind is locked on the pillow
I watch as my body falls to the ground
He takes my stuff and signs off the game
I am alone
Looking at the pillow
The pillow who killed my character
I curse the pillow
I scream at the pillow
Finally I lay my head down
My pillow gets the last laugh
In my dreams I relive the battle over and over
All through the night
Damn my pillow
Then I awake unaware that my enemy
The man the pillow allowed to murder me
Watches for me
I reset my computer
I battle him again and again
As my pillow watches and laughs
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2007-10-19 at 03:41
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Ode To My Pillow
I look at my pillowDim light of my computer
Shines off fresh linen
I know I should sleep
I know I need to sleep
There is always one more level
A few more monsters to kill
Another maiden to save
My sword clashes
A warrior from England wants to end my life
My eyes start to droop
The movements on the screen slow
My mind wanders to the pillow
What wonders does it contain
Will I travel to ancient
Maybe there'll be puppies
Will I catch that fish that evaded me so many nights
I hear my sword break
He moves in for the kill
My mind is locked on the pillow
I watch as my body falls to the ground
He takes my stuff and signs off the game
I am alone
Looking at the pillow
The pillow who killed my character
I curse the pillow
I scream at the pillow
Finally I lay my head down
My pillow gets the last laugh
In my dreams I relive the battle over and over
All through the night
Damn my pillow
Then I awake unaware that my enemy
The man the pillow allowed to murder me
Watches for me
I reset my computer
I battle him again and again
As my pillow watches and laughs
Poetry by Rob Taylor
Read 1236 times
Written on 2007-10-19 at 03:41
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