Dreams
Them thoughts in my head, I do wish I could shed.
Them visions and imagies, their dance I sure dred.
Laying in worry, while they snack on my head.
If i dont fight them, I may soon be dead.
Thou, I need not to worry, Im asleep in my bed.
Copyright © Jason Cunningham | Year Posted 2010
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