Obscure

Im laying here with thoughts twisting in my mind. Im in despair for what to believe, what to think and what to feel. A song comes into my head. A face. Im picking up an eraser, and . . . My mind is shocked at the latest thought. A face. A strong desire to please, to see them beg on their knees. Im reminded of it all with constant reminder. To turn off my mind would be a blessing. I want to close my eyes and not ponder. I want to close my eyes and sleep. I want to cry. I also want to feel whats inside.