The Conflicted Mind at 5:30 AM

July 27, 2016
By Anonymous

There's a darkness to it,

I think.

There are no scars

And no blood in the bathroom sink

It's a cloud that can talk out loud

Even if it has not been forecast

But its shadow seems to last

It holds no concept of rhyme or time

But  it tells me it's here to stay

And I can't wish it away

One voice tells me I need help

The other tells me drink it away

Does no one needs to know

How alone I really am?

I'm over reacting.

I need to get over it.

I need help.

I can't say it.

If I needed help,

Wouldn't they know it?

I need help.

The author's comments:

 Something free form. Poetry isn't entirely my thing, but I can't sleep. 

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