Strong emotions of unrelenting grief and fear come and go,
The unsettling memories of the younger days and the uninvited panics about to come,
Taking down the memory lane about days and feelings I can never get back,
The necessity to feel close to something to pull me back from this shelf,
Overwhelming anxiety and fear.
The moon, stars and the infinite universe, do not provide enough light for this darkness in my mind.
Hope is draining from my soul.
I try to remember good times and laughter, but this makes it worse.
I see those times, but I cannot relive them.
I am running for light even though I cannot yet see one.
The night is the hardest.

© a.m.y.20