My wakeful hours seem infinite in their absolute momentary torment,
by Jen Sheridan
Seeking respite in the darkness of one's obviously precipitous ill content,
Hour upon hour, minute upon minute, alone with a troubled mind,
Genuine gratified thoughts escape the possibility of ever being defined.
My body confesses to aches created from prolonged lack of rest,
My attentive mind screams out in complete and utter protest,
The ticking clock beats slowly, in unrelenting, solitary rhyme,
No cure in sight for the continual passage of everlasting time.
The thoughts pass by so quickly they are impossible to possess,
The consciousness inundated with unequivocal, severe duress,
Sanctuary hides, on the distant horizon, holding you with sheer captivation,
The bars that bind the soul holding fast, with their seeming infatuation.
I crave freedom from the icy cell, created within my miserable existence,
Devouring pills desperately, my mind secure in its determined resistance,
Clinging to the hope that sleep will save me from my own horrid persecution,
Impossible to alleviate, the reality of never finding an amicable resolution.
The sincere night silence, haunting, as the dark envelopes, morning grows near,
Twisting and turning your thoughts with irrational, uncontrollable, subversive fever,
The shadows ominous, as they reach into your mind frightening, haunting,
Seeking desperately, some sanity, to allay your task so terribly daunting,
I am destined forever to a wander lonely, misunderstood and segregated,
Upon my faults and failures my loved ones insistently resolute are fixated.
Far beneath the surface, emotions untamed, ensuring consummate solitude,
Hold me close, love me for all that I am, keep in mind the incredible magnitude,
Seeking recognition, comprehension and freedom from unjust condemnation,
Empathy is not difficult and all should receive this deserved affirmation.
Just compassion and consideration is all I ask of those closest to me,
Please, allow their hearts, minds and spirits just to let me be