Nights..

Why are nights so much more difficult? Why do I stand strong during the day, & feel satisfied with the progress I've made, but the second that the moon comes out, I crumble into a blubbering heap of desperation? Why does every second of the endless nights drive me to the brink of sanity.. How can I feel so excited for the future when the sun shines, but pray for death as it sets? Who is the real me? When is it that I'm genuine & authentic & free? I can't do these torturous nights any longer, I just want it to end.. I'm so weak..

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

So many good questions in this poem that reflects on hurt and pain and the reasons for living...Well penned...:)

[Malan]

Thank you, Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)