I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

It’s all coming undone.

Where do I go from here

This path is starting to look

Too long for me to walk on.

My world falls apart at the seams

All I can do is sit back and watch

All energy spent

Trying to find happiness that isn’t there.

Colour has been drained

From my world,

All I see is same shades

Blackened white

This haunting feeling is closing in.

It’s hunting me in my sleep,

It wakes me in the night

I try to kill it,

It grows and strengthens.

This wave is keeping me under

Longer than I would like

Powerless to fight it,

Overpowering and torturing me

In the darkness of night.

© 2019 Wendy Engela

Comments

Lorna Lamon on May 23, 2019:

Your words tell a story and I really enjoyed this poem. Thank you for sharing.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on May 22, 2019:

Very good use of words describing the nights when one cannot sleep. Our thoughts have a way of controlling us...awake and asleep.

Good write.