just trying to deal with some things sitting here at 3am hunched by the sink lost in my thoughts tossing, turning all night long my head, my heart, it's all a mess something's wrong... my body is aching my heart is drowning my stomach is churning head spinning an emotional fever spreading like wildfire longhand, short so indecisive spelling abhorrent i am a mess i need the moon but it has been cloudy lately not an ounce of moonlight seeping through... i miss the silver shine i need a dose, soon i can't breathe... i should sleep.
(C) Elissar Mustapha, 25 Jan. 2019 i wrote this in my notebook while i was crying so just for reference, my spelling in the original was horrible, hence the sentence in the poem.