Confused.

I'm confused
Strangled by my own thoughts
Betrayed,
Allied musings
Had not bestowed
The helping hands
Rather a bottomless pit
Is where I am
Consumed by my blindness
And unheard wails of helplessness
I pray for this train of thought to end
To derail for good
And let me be.

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