A break, a long one
had been into many sojourns
one overlapping the other
some outsmarting the rest
more of them very demanding
driving me mad.
With my fingers inside the pie
messy and sticky they turn
pulling them out will turn a disaster,
letting them like that propels
a helplessness, I face both
with a dilemma,
From doing every other thing
feel having done nothing
an emptiness I find around
a folly I am into unknowingly
I stay wide awake almost
through day and night.
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