Don’t take away my only hope, do not deprive me of my only light
This is such an awful thought to own up to, it denies me sleep at night.
It is my only solace, escape from stress, fear and noise
It is where I can be myself , my sanctuary where I live my virtual joys.
So tired of solving problems that really have no solutions
Wondering which way the day will go , is it worth rising and doing my ablutions?
Christmas is a nightmare which I could truly live without
Spending days just seconds from causing another fight, I truly feel I can’t endure another mental bout!
Why have I tried so long, to walk on broken glass, to keep everyone happy and together.
It doesn’t work. I am to blame for all the angst and grief and I have ever succeeded, no never.
The metaphorical blood I have shed can float nightmares on it stormy surface.
I am forever drowning , slipping beneath the waves , my poetry my lifeline, life’s saving grace.
So what will be, will be, I cannot foresee the future. When it is constantly being changed.
No point in making plans that I cannot honour , for whatever is said today, tomorrow will be rearranged.
So here I sit tired and sad with words clamoring in my head
Shall I escape to virtual peace or just return to bed ?
