A Ritual

My night is a punishment 

It's cold

Eyes tearing 

Brain bursting 

Hands trembling 

Nervous breakdown 

Nerves punching 

An anxious person I am

Anxiety as a best friend 

I feel empty 

I feel alien 

Lost track of time

I tried screaming 

But I heard nothing 

Maybe voice dried 

Or my body

I lie down 

My bed is cold

And hard, as me

Hate and hurt 

But a promise 

I will wake up next day 

To flip the empty pages

As a dead soul

Reviews

[Dale Pavolko]

A bit raw, certainly unflinching and emotional I can relate to having a night swallowed by anxiety and emptiness. However I never thought one could be my best friend. You almost dragged me down with you for a second. I had to catch my breath. My personal belief is that the soul is eternal. However, there are times when it sure doesn’t feel like it. And that’s where your poem took me. Straight into my dark place.

[Meshalini]

Thanks so much Dale, for your time to read this and share your thoughts.