Ink spills down a bare wall
Catch the words before they fall
Drips the floor of residue.
Watch out before you slip there too,
Weaved in this inky mess
is a world I can’t confess.
Thoughts and demons come to meet
a battle I can’t defeat.
Alone in my mind
I don’t have a clue
of why I feel the way I do.
Hopefully you know what to do
when you come within my view.
Melissa Stein 
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