The cursor blinking on the glow of the computer screen
Egging me on to put something on paper
But it is one of those nights
Where even the longest of drives
Couldn’t shake this funk
My head and heart
Keep hitting roadblocks
Coming to no solutions
It’s unsettling
When my outlet of putting feelings into words
Comes to a halt
My vision
Of looking into myself
Finding what is wrong
Is something I pride myself on
Being blind
To my own being
Is more than just unsettling.



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