by Lisa Pickering

Created on: January 22, 2009

Awake and restless,

I sit staring at the blank screen.

Frustrations keep me up,

knowing sleep leads to bad dreams.

Thoughts circling my head,

unable to soothe my overloaded brain.

Morning is what I dread,

I need something to keep me sane.

I'm knocked out,

my will is sucked dry.

Without any drive,

my life is passing by.

Dead ends at every turn,

where do I go next?

No longer comfort in the night,

no longer a time for rest.

Wide awake I lie,

rummaging through the days events.

Trying to formulate my plan,

but by then I am spent.

My head is heavy,

weighed down by all my stress.

Anxiety bears down on me,

life is just a mess.

Filled to capacity,

with every useless thought.

My head floats by in a miserable daze,

physically unable to stop.

Too many stops and false starts,

never really going anywhere.

Days blend in a monotonous mixture,

and I just can't seem to care.

Too bored to move,

my ambition slowly melts away.

Too depressed to try anymore,

I've lost the mentality of someday.

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