Longing
He’s awake.
Bloodshot eyes.
The clock reads 4:00 AM.
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Papers strewn across the table.
Messy like his thoughts,
That consume him
Eat away
At anything
And everything
Left.
He glances at the clock,
longing.
Longing for simpler times.
Longing for peace.
Longing for help.
Longing.