Panic
Every night I'm tortured by the torment of my mind,
Searching for anything comforting. I pace the house suffocating,
With all these emotions bottled up, I want to scream!
Tears stream down my face as I beg for the torture to stop!
For the demons in my mind to stop taunting me!
I wish I could crawl out of my skin and be free from this suffering!
My eyes strain to catch a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel
But all they can behold is darkness, emptiness...
I'm alone and afraid and no one understands me...
Will I ever feel relief?
Oh Lord, please deliver me from all this confusion and pain!
Please give me the strength that I lost long ago when I let my mind become vulnerable,
And I allowed my emotions to take control in spite of my better judgement!
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