Awake

 

It’s three am awake again

My mind is in a whirl

Doubts and fears—they come and go

Uncertainties are close behind

Round and round they chase each other

So they never seem to stop

 

One more time I think it through

The enigma of my lost hopes

Trembling possibilities of might-have-been

Still-born joys that never given birth

To happiness, before they’re gone

Dragged down to death by calculated cruelty

 

So wake or sleep, it’s all the same

It’s just a nightmare come to life

Where all I do is loose the threads.

My tapestry has come undone

All I have left are tangled yarns

Where once I had a picture story book