My Wasteland

I feel my lack of skills in proper grammar is quite apparent, but sometimes I just need to write and clear the fog in my head   Besides I am at work, and any corrections can be done later.

 

 I am in my own nightmare
a desolate wasteland of my own making
hope is waning
and my mind betrays
as my thoughts are misled
confusion reigns
once my path was clear
now it is hidden
sorrow of neglected years
time laughs
there is no going back
forward into blackness
I stumble
the past haunts
and I seek escape
but my mind is weary
by body drained
rest for a moment
I may not get back up
so easy to quit
but I will not
for light shall breach the dark
I will see again
and forge a new path
into a future unknown
dry my tears
and stand tall
if but for a moment
hope glimmers
yet it is enough
to press forward
but what of tomorrow
when all seems lost once again
I cannot think of the next day
for it is all I can do today
to stand tall
in this desolate wasteland
a nightmare of my own making.

Awaken by my thoughts….

Sometimes you just can’t sleep, and tonight is one of those nights.  Seems like a good time for writing some poetry.  If I can empty some of the thoughts in my head then maybe I’ll get some rest…

small quiet cafe
the smell of fresh brewed coffee
stimulates my thoughts
and awakes the world in me
trying to escape my mind

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sleepless night again
still haunted by the voices
disturbing my peace
echoing within my soul
I long for sleep’s sweet escape

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the night is quiet
something eerie is out there
hiding in the dark

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gently the moon sits
like a pearl in the night sky
soothing is its glow