odd scribbles

Dimmed lights, laid back under the covers, A4 on my bedside table, searching for my black pen...

From long walks to trailing thoughts...its been a long day.

My,

well being in distress.

Feeling like a mess.

Throbbing pain in my chest.

...Let me to rest.

Let me breath a little.

Ease down my lucid scribbling.

Voices in my head ranting.

Tag teaming with misery they scream.

Let me rest a little,

I'm tired of searching for silver linings.

Greeted constantly by short comings.

Seems the margin is.

Closer than it seems.

Let's call it a night and give thought to what tomorrow brings.

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