I pause
To find
My state
Of mind
Is cloudy
Not the tranquil clouds
Of an otherwise clear blue, summer sky
But the dark and ominous clouds
Of an impending storm
Not just any storm
But the kind of storm
Which wakes the children
And unnerves the pets
Which stops the traffic on the highway
And is the perfect cover
For a terrible murder
Clarity
Is what I seek
But I have forgotten
It seems
How to find it
Maybe sleep will help
Wait...
How do I get to sleep again?
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