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Lying in the darkness

My pen will find

The whiteness of the paper

With my eyes closed.

These black scribbles

Are meaningless nothings

That fill the silence of the page

With beautiful noise

A head so cloudy

Overfilled with hopes

And the worries of last night

With more to come tomorrow

Lying in plumes

Of grey smoke that float

Up to my ceiling. Like clouds

With less tears to rain

These black thoughts

Are meaningful everythings

That fill the noisiness of my mind

With beautiful distractions

A mind so heavy

Way too full with worries

And more and more that just keep on

Coming and coming. My

Heart wants to know

When it will all just

Stop.