English poetry

SCREAMING OF INNER SELF

I was lying in the room

It was dark inside, 

Suddenly heard some bizarre noises, 

Tardily realized it was inside me, 

Is it my heart’s lap-tap?

No,  my sixth sense refused strongly;

I was intended to know what  is deeep inside; 

Then i saw a dusty and shattered figure,

Managed  to get some guts 

And enquired who are you? 

It promptly replied “your soul “

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