Broken

I don’t want to leave,
But how can I stay?
You can’t start a journey
While laying in bed.
My mind’s a broken record,
A needle scratching endlessly
Over, “I’m sorry,
But I need this.”

And I am sorry,
But I do need this.

I feel my mind breaking,
Like storm clouds
Releasing a torrential downpour
Of emotion.
This hurts to the core.
I feel it deep,
Like a deafening shockwave
From a nearby lightning strike.
There’s places I need to go,
But I can blurrily see drops
Appearing gently on the concrete
And it hasn’t even started raining yet.

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