Free me from your iron grip.
Release me into the world.
I have so much to accomplish,
So much to achieve.
I'll be missed if I don't arrive on time,
Then you will pay the price.
This torture cannot continue.
I'm going to make a run for it.....
(this is an extract from a conversation with my bed this morning).
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You have to get up But you're shaking, It's so cold Excuses you are making In your mind a list goes on Go in or ring.
''Rights for hair, rights for hair. Freedom from this torture, This is far from fair. WE WANT RIGHTS FOR HAIR. We will not abide anymore, We won't do as we're told.
Eyes, you are banned From seeing anymore. I am sick of these heart skips, At every slam of every door. Ears, no more listening Out for pretty voices.
It is probably very windy outside... All is dark and quiet in the house... lucky people are all asleep. Only the wind blows...
#household Quiet all day long in the corner of the room Waiting for the time its sickly green can pierce the gloom I give it the once over just before I go to sleep Dreading mornings light and its...
"Are you lonely?" The wind whispers. "Does it seem like I am?" I asked. "Well, if you can hear my whispers you must be. Because that means you are alone.
I'm up at the crack of dawn, My head it is quite torn, As to whether to stay in bed, Or get up and clear my head. If I get out now I can wash my hair, But can I be bothered, do I care.
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