I haven’t attempted poetry since primary school, but for whatever reason these words just came to me while I’m laid here unable to sleep. Most probably not poetically correct, but hey:
Laid here
Just past midnight
Deep in thought
Contemplating
Wondering
Exactly what I’m doing here
Feeling scared to fall asleep
As though closing my eyes
Will let nightmares be real life
Yet at the same time
Scared to stay awake
Same thoughts racing through my head
Trapped and lonely
Scared and small
In a world I barely know
And definitely don’t belong
Fleeting thoughts of death
The greatest comfort
Could it all get better
If I just ‘met the one’
Took the medication
Sang the psychiatrists’ song
Or just ‘put it all behind me’
And tried to move life on
Or is it some kind of destiny
Some black cloud just for me
A greater plan from greater minds
To keep me on my knees
Simply fear that I’m still so young
With so much more to overcome
You can’t tell how to kick it
When it doesn’t want to go
So for now it’s going to circulate
Until it can own my mind
A mass depressive engulfment
Of some unearthly kind
Midnight, 13/1/15