A Pathetic Little Pillow

I sleep upon a pillow

That I’ve had since I was six

It was fluffy, full of feathers

Now it is flat, with pokey sticks

It weighs more than its supposed to

As the feathers have condensed

I’ve tried so many others

It just does not make sense

I wake up and my neck hurts

But I just cannot let go

My husband thinks it’s crazy

But he just doesn’t know

A pathetic little pillow-

I know it isn’t right

But if I do not have it

I will not sleep at night