Dreaming - A short poem

There is only so much luggage a person can carry.

Once the limit is exceeded -  it is quite scary.

I only had one back.

Turned it into a wreck.

It's funny how life easily becomes black. 

Once the limit is exceeded - it is quite scary,

One must be cautious indeed - for once weary,

You will be in need of sleep.

There is only so much pain a person can weep. 

You will need some rest, a painless dream,

Like mine, your last words will be a scream. 

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