any mental struggle
hiding behind other books
journals with ideas frozen
with the ice words are
coming in slow tonight
like thoughts of spring
buried under two feet of snow
not another night
plenty thoughts come and go
solo again no mind
falling into darkness
know where to go without a light
not another day
negative thoughts fought
from down the road
thirty minutes by foot
done it twice
not another night
missing the warm
never real realization too late
became so cold have to kill
the idea nightly
until gone
not another moment
confused as to what it meant
mistakes cannot be transformed
into the right choice
done it once…
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