Dreamless Sleep
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.