Pounding at Pillows

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I’m pounding away at pillows

Rather than clawing away at you

I’m filled with so much frustration

I could beat you black and blue

I sit for hours in therapy

With those condescending nods

From the man who humors me

Yet I’d have better odds

If I’d hold to my convictions

That you’re not worth a damn

Instead of putting up so long

With such a worthless man

 

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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