Scream

Scream

 

I wasn’t sure why,

But I began to cry.

I didn’t mean to cry.

I meant to scream.

And though on pillows

I normally dream,

I wanted to scream.

But to awake my neighbors’ cheers,

To unsettle their clinks of beers,

Would be rude

So alone, I brood.

Alone in my room.

My only friends,

My trusty notepad and my screaming pillow.

-M.L. Wright

 

 

 

 

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