Melancholy #001

At the end of the day
I don’t really understand
Becoming more self aware 
Yet knowing less of myself

Comprehension’s failing 
Anxiety’s sailing
Thoughts hailing 
Insecurity unveiling

Silence. Please. 
Clarity you’re such a tease
My heart’s faint
Stomach I can’t

Focus dial is broken
Mapless wandering 
Can You guide me?
Please guide me

Floating above an abyss
In the middle of an intersection
Wondering how did I get here?
Is it the beginning or the end

Please be sincere
Can You get me out of here?

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