My Latest Poem

The Unwelcome distraction

 

Darkness surrounds,

Anxiety rises,

Moods fade,

The spark of hope is almost gone.

 

Nothing can help,

Nowhere can I hide,

From the darkness swelling,

Swelling in my chest,

 

Tears threaten to spill,

The pain of the darkness,

The pain ever increases,

How can I make this flee?

 

I do not know how to go on,

I do not know how to cope,

So a distraction is what I need,

Need just to get through.

 

But what? I ask

Everything ive tried,

Al idea’s ive had,

Does not keep the darkness at bay.

 

In a fit of desperation,

Into the dark hallways I creep,

Tiptoeing down the stairs,

And into the kitchen!

 

Once im there I grab a knife,

This will do I think,

So back upstairs I creep,

With the knife in my hand.

 

Once secured in my room,

The knife glides across my arm,

And glides, and glides.

Yet it doesn’t even break the skin.

 

So back down the stairs I go,

To find a sharper knife,

I find one which may do,

And I return to my room.

 

So again I try,

In desperation,

To create a distraction,

A distraction of physical pain.

 

Though even with this new knife,

Blood is not drawn,

My skin intact (I think),

The distraction has worked,

For a time.

 

The stinging from my arm,

From the efforts of the knife,

Refocuses my mind,

My mind off the emotional pain.

 

Though fear starts,

As I think,

What if this happens again?

What will this take to end?

 

So here I am,

Lonely,

Afraid and annoyed,

Whist the stinging arm just laughs at me!