Pillow deep
Deep Pillow Sleep
Blankets Sheet
Matrasses don't weep
Songs, let me speak
In myself
Let it out
Let me shout
And scream the words
I was ment to say
Imagination
In dreams I sometimes wish to stay
Craving
For what I might lose
For what I'll never have
For what I always wanted
And what I rejected
Drifting away
from this world
from my wake
Peace, I prayed to feel
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nice metaphor: ''Let it out Let me shout And scream the words I was ment to say'' nice confessional poem