By The Time Of Night - A Poem
By The Time Of Night
Taking over my heart's light
Like the day being overwelmed
By the time of night.
My heart beat dwindles to a slow pace
No longer wanting to beat
Afraid of what I may have to face
I can no longer stand on my feet.
I fall to my knees no longer able to fight
As my blood flow slows
By the time of the night.
By the time of the night
I am terrified to tears
Overwelmed by my fright
Taken over by fears.
Voices are louder than ever before
Anxiety is worse than I ever known
Rocks pile on more and more
My skin stings like rocks being thrown.
Oh by the time of night
I become a different being
No hope in sight
My mind's disagreeing
With the voices for only so long
Because soon I know I will give in
Though I know it's wrong
I know they will win.
It's a hard battle but it comes every night
And at the time I don't think I will ever make it through.
But just like a miracle there comes day light
And the anxieties suddenly become but a few.
I know I am stronger than what the voices make me out to be
I suddenly feel like I can stand again
I am finally able to be me
But here comes night, will it be the end?
What This Poem Is About
I have several mental illnesses and at night they seem to be much worse. Night time is when I struggle the most, when I begin to hear voices, when I worry about the smallest of things. This poem is about my struggle with the night and how I battle every time the sun goes down.Yet I always make it through. Morning is my favorite time of the day because this is the only time I feel my best.
For those who struggle with mental illnesses know that you are never alone. It's a difficult struggle we may feel like we may not make it through the day but I know that with in each and everyone of us we have the strength to make it through.
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