As I sit down,
I can feel
frustration wrapping itself up around my heart,
And sending thoughts and messages to my
mind,
To speak out on paper,
I sense there is something wrong with me,
As the lack of sleep has made my mind keep the
haunting memories alive,
And all so real.
Each hour watching the clock show its time,
And thinking another hour and I should fall asleep.
But nothing happens.
I listen to music in hope I fall asleep at some time,
Whether that happens or not is another matter.
Thinking of what I have to do to make myself awake and alert.
I feel confused onto what to do next.
Entertaining my mind is a hard task to do,
As it always seems to want to haunt me with past experiences I went through as a child.
I can see my fathers hand,
And Its almost making me sick to the stomach.
I wish there is some way I can fight the way I feel each day.
Some days not wanting to get out of bed and always so tired after a sleepless night the night before.
Taking each day as it comes and hoping for an achievement.
Preferably before the clocks hand struck another hour.