Here as I lay
in my empty bed,
the sheets in a disarray
and my room a mess,
a half-empty bag of crisps on my desk.

I wonder,
I wonder what landed me here.
Full of distress,
triggers ringing all inside my head,
paced breathing, and crusty lips.

I introspect,
was it the anxiety, the dysfunction or was it myself?

Now I gasp for breath.
Tears are streaming,
thoughts are gleaming.
Eyes glassy,
voice raspy.

And I call out
to the shadow of my demons casted bright;
out into the velvet night
stars illuminating the sky sublime
‘No not tonight, come back another time’.

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