Once upon a poem

I lay my head to sleep
But instead I drowned in emotions from deep
Feeling imaginary shackles tighten
My breath is suffocating
My clenched fist hurts my wrist.

A poem is to be born
New songs are to be sung
Bells of joyous  merriment be rung
Burry all your burden in that wine bowl
Drink till you stand a cousin with stupor

I have a poem for a visitor
Serve it a 3course
Feast and enjoy
Let him tell of these moments
Let it lull your spirit to that place of serenity
Sacrifice your sanity
For a poetic insanity.

Good night poetry

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