Thoughts rattle in my head
While looking for answers I find only questions instead
I close my eyes and try to sleep
I catch myself thinking about obligations I must keep
Another restless night
Battling the demons knowing there's no giving up this fight
A wave of clarity comes to light
The answers so lost in darkness appear in to my sight
Pieces fall together
The burdens on my mind become light as a feather
But then I find myself opening up my eyes
I awaken to the same questions and my own despise
In my dreams is where the answers to my questions reside
sealed away locked inside
About the Creator
ROBERT COLE
I wrote poetry while I was dealing with a lot of dark feelings. My titles usually include anxiety because its usually what bring about my questions. I have these questions and sometimes the poems I write help to sort out those feelings.
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Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell6 days ago in Fiction
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