Catharsis: 365 days of poetry

68: days like these makes no sense.

Another sleepless night, a liability,
pacing around these empty walls,
my body unbalanced with previous anxieties
easily avoided but hard to ignore.

What is socially acceptable, what is not.
This behavior of mine feels like sin,
karma for everything that has happened and what not.
karma for everything that should have been.

A day like today I want to be someone else,
to escape a place where I can be,
that is a cry far from help,
where I can become at peace.