This is the first poem I wrote after a long break of around 16 years.
Written around 3 years ago.
I'm going to re-write it, soon.

Every bridge I walk alone
I always hear the ghostly moan
Whenever I'm sound sleeping
Experiencing lucid dreaming
The memories that drain
will eventually turn me insane

Why are my dreams nightmares
Of lost family and friends?
Do nothing to ease my pain
Not even a soaking through the rain
I wish that I could remain
But my drinking stays the same

I always enjoy the dark
It is more than just a lark
I take it very seriously
Love the unseen reaping
Shadows that make me alive
Sick of feeling dead inside

The ones we love the most
Losing them has a cost
Our eyes turn blind to sight
and eventually, sight to blind

Awful noises always in my head
No relief from this **** dread
I don't react to certain things
Don't care what the future brings

Its all the same to me
No optimism, keep losing
And yet I still cling onto hope
How else am I to cope?