Nerves on edge
Anxiety rises
My flesh throbs
With each heartbeat
Too dark and silent
Tension permeates
Sleeplessness
Head pounding
Fearing another blindside
A premonition
I cannot shake
Haunting me nightly
I just want it to go away
Categories: Poetry
A great piece of emotive writing. Yes Nancy, there is Hope! ❤
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Thank you, Iris! ❤ Yes, there is always hope. I wrote this last night as I experienced it.
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❤ ❤
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What is it about the night time that haunts us so? Well written.
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I always wonder about that. Thank you, V.J.
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Powerful and moving.
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Thank you, Peggy. I wrote it the other night when I could not sleep.
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I find I become irrational at night, when sleep evades me, then in the morning hope awakens. I hope it’s like that for you Nancy? Well written!
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It is indeed. Although, sometimes I wonder why I am still alive with all my suffering. But I embrace the joy given to me by the Lord. And, things are not quite as dim as they are at night. Wishing you Happy Holidays!
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