The Pillow

Introduction: For this poem we were meant to write about an inanimate object and leave the reader guessing what it was. I made it blatantly obvious that my peom was about a pillow, and instead focused on the description of the poem and talk about how much I appreciate my pillow.  

I cradle the master of creation

When night comes upon the house

When the stars shine and the moon glows

I begin my job

I grow heavy with the night

Allowing dreaming to begin

And peace to befall all who sleep

As worries melt into the darkness

I am a sense of comfort

For those who are seeking

An escape from everyday life

As I provide a secret paradise

I give people the chance to wander

Past the borders of reality

Toward the impossible and improbable 

As I inspire imagination

When people are done with the day

And put away their masks

They put their faith in me

And forget the problems of their life

I am sometimes filled with feathers

With multiple uses, I am always helpful

People use me for fights ocasionally

Though rarely are casualties a problem

I unite the human population

People of the past and future

Everyone uses me for daily life

From cultures all around the world

I am the window to universal dreams