Nervous Prostration

by MyHalozChokinMe   Dec 8, 2012


Time is running out and my mind grows weary.

I hate this feeling.

The feeling of failure and disappointment.

It lingers in my waking moments and I can't
seem to shake it. It seeps into my subliminal
conscious and ruptures my inner being. I can't
seem to evade these menacing feelings.

I just want to run away.

Anger rushes through my veins while depression
settles my rampage. My mind feels like screaming
and my heart feels like hiding.

I am torn.

I don't know where to turn.

These feelings bring a sense of insecurity and doubt.

I feel like I'm facing this alone.

Questions linger in my head and defeat is
staring me in the face.

Where do I go from here?

I'm enraged and on the verge of losing control.

Don't wait up.

This is going to hurt.

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