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..