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Posted on:October 9, 2010April 2, 2014Home My Poems My Story Poems {Going Quietly Sane}

Rage Dreams (a poem)

  In my dream, I experience a cluster of events all surrounding my father and his behavior toward me. Decisions that he makes, that he doesn’t bother to tell me about, though they change my life.  They embarrass me.  They scare me. And most of all they make me so angry that I am shouting.  […]

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