Night Terror

Self Medication

Night comes creeping with the gradual fading of light,

Slipping into the darkness of my mind as the light leaves the day.

Thoughts of what I have done up to this point put at bay.

What is to become of me in this life, I cannot be shaped like a piece of clay

Starting when young the treatments I learned

Attempting to control the active mind that runs my world.

Patience and control were not within my grasp.

Trying to slow the information that leaves me out of control.

Lack of control and hiding from much of life.

Fear to go out of my house whether day or night

Now becoming my prison I cannot get out

Sitting in my closet to limit my space to control

There is no end in sight and I see no light

Just the darkness within as the voices yell out more,

More Terror Tonight.

Author's Note

Not me to this degree, but some of the pain suffered by those with a number of depressing reflections.

Reviews

[Marcus K]

wow. This is powerful. i respond a lot to the "darker side" of poetry, the angst and pain ... probably because that's where 99% of my own writing comes from. "More Terror Tonight" ... not so much a warning as a promise ... I like this piece a lot.

[Jordan]

Wow. Bit of a haunting ending. No escape from the things that go bump in your head. Very good piece. :D Well written, clear, sticks to the mind. What more can I ask for? Other than a therapist. :)

[Willard Wells]

Thank you so much for taking time to read my work and comment. I had fun writing it. The final line was an after thought. I have started to try and have some sort of statement at the end of some of my work and that's how I got to that point.

[springtao]

Very Strong ! Well done poet u r creative

[Willard Wells]

Thank you and I appreciate your taking time to read and comment on my work. Greatly appreciated.