Pillow pressing hard on my chest
Emotions playing my mind like chess
All these aching in my soul
Darkened more than charcoal
I just want to lay my thoughts to rest
I press the pillow close to my chest
Like a life support
I just want it to suppress my pain
Be my bandaid I plead
I hold it close to my soul again
This time I hope it feeds my brokenness
—Chinyere M. Ugwoke.
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