Shout, shout, I wanted to shout!
I almost never shout, or ever raise my voice.

I have no choice.

I just want to get out.

Cry, cry, cry, I want to cry.

I want to wail, to howl

And rid myself of this scowl,

To lift my lament on high.

More sleep is what I need,

Nocturnal slumber so exquisite.

That is my only requisite,

More sleep, indeed.

09/14/1977

Author's Note: From a turbulent youth...

Posted on 12/21/2007
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