With Clarity

A poem

Reece Beckett
Nov 2, 2021 · 1 min read
Image by Conrad Ziebland via Unsplash.

Can’t tell if I’m so lonely that

I’ve forgotten what it’s like

Or if I’m just dead inside

Have I become content with life?

The stress of navigating pain fills this body, all with hate,

Concerned about it all, by now I hyperventilate