For others -
the darkest hours are just before dawn.
For me -
the darkest hours are when I am alone with me.
Doubt,
fear
confusion,
regret,
all visit as if old friends
to reminisce of times past.
To haunt me with mistakes
best put to rest.
And to share a glass of
vintage sadness.
For me -
there is no place of refuge
...no safe place to land
Just the internal struggle
which feels like an eternal struggle.
each new day
feels like a prison sentence.
hopeless
At times it feels my only relief
will be eternal sleep.
until then each day I survive
is scored as
a win.