Johnsonsober22

I lay awake at night, overwhelmed with the fear,but when the morning comes, it's no longer here, and sun shines through my window
When the fear arrives, it endure such pain, quite often I wonder am I going insane, but the day light breaks.
It creeps upon me but only at night, and when it comes I close my eyes so so tight, yet still it assaults my mind and soul.
It brings along dark stories from my past, but all I can do is hope it won't last, cause all nightmares eventually collapse.
So I embrace each night, until its gone, staying awake until early dawn, fighting themselves from my past.

I wrote this poem in January 2007, little did I know how truth it became years later........

PurpleKnight

That describes many of my nights, I can totally relate to that on so many levels!!

My mind becomes very active at night, I can lie in bed just thinking, about the past, the present and the future, but once that morning sunlight comes through my window the cloud is lifted and I'm ready to LIVE another day, I never used to live, I simply survived each day!!

Not anymore!!

Aarryckha

I tend to get a panicked feeling at night. I think about all the stuff I have to do and this wave of panic comes over me because I can't take care of the stuff I want to RIGHT NOW.

It leaves me awake at night with worry.

lovesymphony

I'm in my 30s but I'm so afraid of the dark I have to sleep with a light on at night. No reason in particular. I have nightmares if I don't....lol kinda pathetic, huh?

Thanks for a poem! I like when people share their own poetry

Johnsonsober22

Thank you, I entered 3 different contest for amateur poetry online, figure if I didn't win any no one would know, right. Lord and behold I won all three and they are now all published in lecture books for poetry classes .....

lovesymphony

Well good for you, that's awesome.I love to write poetry but could never do it well. I just tear them up heh.

KAD

I can relate very well to this. Everything is much worse for me in the dark. I feel panicked, even terrified in the dead of night. It is only with the first appearance of dawn that the madness I felt during the night begins to subside.