Something happens at night
when the world outside these walls
melts away
and my mind is left to manifest.
I sit, tucked away, typing
trying to transfer thought
to something more tangible
something more manageable.
If I stay here long enough
will all that’s aching inside–
begging to be said–
pour out of me?
Like bubbling black ink
spewing from my veins
I want this release
I want to make peace
and reconcile these doubts
that linger just a little too long.
If only you could read
this blank page
you’d know what I was all about
but it’s blinding, I know
and we’re out of time
for now.
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