It was angry
And clouded
I escaped myself and my rage
And returned slightly less so
angry and clouded
Personal space ruined
The need for solitude
Darkness and light
The madness in me loved the turmoil
The peacemaker fought the urge to fight
and the manic wanted war
The struggle of the night
Shaped in the form of an unwanted visitor
Who overstayed the welcome
Having dreams of better days
But also screams of punches
It wouldn't help, would it?
I could only escape into the night
And find solace in the blue blanket
The all knowing
Not making it easy to choose
but focusing inward helped
The thinker decided
It was best to ignore
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