In the MidstA Poem by Masked writerThe part that is together are my thoughts, the ones at the end are an inner arughment between yourself and the person who you want to be (also yourself)
In the midst of a thought anxiety took over me.
The bottle on the shelf, so delicate...I can't decide whether to drink it because I want to feel some type of release from reality or if i want to chuck it at a wall and listen to the glass shatter... The phone on the counter, an inner voice telling me its okay to call him, but Im scared...Scared to stop pacing because its the only thing keeping my breathing even remotely even... But if I can just walk over to the phone...and dial his number...I can't, I won't bring my self to stop pacing, afraid that if the rythem of my footsteps stop there won't be anything to help me...Why'd I call him? The phone rings... and I hang up all to quickly. He'll know, he'll know but maybe he'll understand, but its 2:47 in the morning... What if you say something stupid? wait how long have i been pacing for again? Focus, dial his number... he said call if you need anything...right? My mind slowly cracks, my eyes on the last photo of us together, BREATHE, He's been there for you and vise versa...BREATHE. Theres nothing to worry about, your safe now Yes, yes there is, what if he leaves and doesn't come back? he wont do that, he cares too much about you.. wait he said something about the right time, when was the right time??? © 2023 Masked writerReviews
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1 Review Added on September 18, 2023 Last Updated on September 18, 2023 AuthorMasked writerAboutJust a writer writing These are spread out throughout my life.... an outlet Don't take someones story, but use it to make your own more..Writing
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