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Lonely Soul

Bed; Not just a place to rest Not just a place to sleep Your bed; Your place to disappear Your haven safe, your secrets keep You dry your weary eyes Between the troubled sheets you weep You muffle angry screams Beneath tormented pillows deep Your heavy curtains closed You hide alone from brutal light In and out of consciousness You drift and doze through day and night

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/15/2009 7:19:00 AM
This is very tortured, but I know this feeling, Isabel. This has the feeling of depression..and I know the 'angry screams, the brutal light, in and out of consciousness'....Love, Sara
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Date: 4/14/2009 4:02:00 PM
very nice
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Date: 4/14/2009 3:56:00 PM
How well you describe the safe haven sought by a "Lonely Soul," Isabel. I think we have all retreated to our beds, where our angry screams are muffled "Beneath tormented pillows deep." Depression touches nearly every life; sometimes it is difficult to emerge from the "bed" and continue living in pain. Very nice work! Love, Carolyn
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