The pressure valve stuck shut tight
Everything building no end in sight.
Pitch black and horrid in the night.
Will there ever be a normal day, with beautiful light?
Scream. Shout.
Run all about.
Let it loose
Let it flow.
Just let, the pressure release; let it go
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
RedRavenPoems 
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