Calling Poem by Cassie Kuberski

Calling



In my hole
dark and decrepit
My thoughts run
faster and faster
in cirlces they go
driving me insane
the way they twist and turn
morphing into things I don't want to face
my faults my problems my issues
the past
it collides into a moster
that I can't face
I'm scared
calling out wanting help
yet no one hears
for the call is silent
floating in the air

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