Laid Back and Slain
I was logged hard and wood tired,
slept hard and fast,
but dream movie began,
ideas that had got me tired,
came in flashing details and presented,
a possibility spectre that I hated,
I wanted the movie to be over,
but it went on,
tearing me apart,
with more situations and possibilities,
I shrieked,shed tears and shouted,
voice simply did not come out,
nobody heard,
and all continued to happen,
when I woke up,
I felt that I was slain and torn apart in sleep,
some sleeping is physical relief but an unheard mental weep.
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