Pillow Fort

A depressed days thoughts

I watch myself from behind walls of sorrow. My mind worries is this it. The wall is so soft now. A stack of pillows used to dam a lake. They soak up the flood but can hold for only so long. I feel the weakness, it boils like anger. Time slows as questions roll over the dam. Why?... Why?...Why?... Each wave taunts me. A flash of lightening screams in my head. Eyes closed I push. The walls feel so soft. My mind hides and leaves me naked. Caught between pain and a pillow fort. What's left standing is a shadow. Naked and weak. The light fades and the shadow becomes one with darkness. Each flash of lightening scares the shadow. Each flash reveals the shadows hiding place, deep within the darkness. A shadow does well in the dark. In the dark, the walls look solid. In the dark, there is nothing to fear. All is well and the pillow fort is awfully soft.

Author's Note

I didn't really work go over this after I wrote it so likely to have mistakes