Raw thoughts
Deep thoughts pour over me
like whiskey over ice
the darkness is sharp, bitter
cutting through me
sending a shiver to my aching bones
I can hear my heartbeat
more like pounding
wild thoughts run
my mind overloaded
what should be tranquility
is like squirrels scrambling
a time of reflection
overpowered by constant doom
walking blind in darkness
while losing sight of
my original path
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