exhaustion
the world intercedes to much
stress
overwhelms the strength of spirit
emotions
overflow my limits
distress
abounds like rivers of water
hope
exists but is quite small
relief
will come it must, it always has
new love
is both wished for and abhorred

i
know
you're my friend

i
know
you want to help

but you can't


i
don't
really understand it myself

so
how
can i explain it to you

i
try
very hard

but i can't

just
leave
me be

i'm almost well

but
every
time, i'm forced to repeat it

i
relive
it again

i
sink
back into the blackness

if
you
are my friend

please leave me alone

this
is
something
i
must
do alone...............

so
please
don't ask

i
probably
know less then you

yes
it's
happening to me

but
i'd
really rather forget

i've
gone
over it a hundred times

and
it
never makes sense

and
i
doubt it ever will

so
please
don't ask

i'm tired
dead on my feet
but sleep won't come

like the ghosts of charles d
my thoughts
of past mistakes
present problems
future worries
parade thru my mind

i try to avoid them
but like
machines
of
fate
they
roll on unabated

too noisy to ignore
too relentless to avoid

but calm will come
and with it sleep
it must

tears should be falling
but stoically i refuse
but why, no response

downtime
waiting
i hate it

things to do
places
frozen i sit

waiting
for someone
something

are they coming
will they ever come
waiting

like a kid
on a trip
are we there yet

time both
flies
stands still

downtime
waiting
i hate it

this post isn't really poetic
it done to test something out
so if you expect a limerick
just go somewhere and just pout

it's evening
and it's raining
a noisy rain
big drops hitting the sidewalk
the neighbors garbage can
an annoying rain

i've heard the same sounds
with joy
with laughter
or just ignored it

but
tonight
i'm annoyed

my mood is bleak enough
it does not need
to be accompanied

especially by sounds
that remind
of better times

Gone, but forgotten?
Mind. body, heart in disagreement
Gone. relief or pain