I don’t want to sleep,
for the dreams make me weep,
and fill my soul with sadness.
The end of the line.
Hopelessness and despair.
That’s all I can remember.
Is my wise mind seeing truth?
Or is it an anxious lie?
I’ve no choice but to keep going.
To keep getting by.
I can’t stay up forever,
so I dread the fall of night.
Over and over again.
Different day, same fight.
There is the old adage,
about a hole in ones’ soul.
It’s a cliche but I find it true.
I feel it all the way through.
It is a blackness that spreads,
slowly growing within.
No matter how hard I try,
it’s never filled in.
Each night when I rest,
I must face my fears,
and accept the fact,
that I will wake with tears.
Poetry
Likes
978 Views
Share: