Living Nightmares In My Bed Room Comments

When you look up, what do you see? The shadows of limbs and leaves? Do you tremble, do you whimper? Is it the blood, you draw, from your white knuckle, inside your mouth? A long *sigh*as you, sink down exhausted, to dreams, outside your head....iip

I get them too.....but you gotta sleep too, young lady. You need the rest and nourishment. And then we need to read some more of your poems. Write one on 'Blissful Sleep'....! ! ! Cheers. Subroto