I dream bad dreams in sleep.
They may be mitigated but for their
Carrying over into waking.
No shaking of head nor drowning nor running culls them.
My dreams are poisoned by the unfulfilment I drink.
I sit and hold my head in palm and think.
You release me from my wrongdoings.
When I hold this instrument of ideas
I can give away my troubles to a perfectly white page.
The mind feels cleaner and light,
Oh what peacefulness there is to write.
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