Torment

Dear diary...

Dealing with hostility, constant

blight that feeds off me – so evasive

still waiting for evaluation, when will

answers be given?

Mortality preoccupies incessantly

with each resolute breath, cradled

in my duvet...wrapped in dreams

where night carries me.

Darkness passes way too fast, not

in great hurry to meet the dawn,

being stolen from my visions as

light steals in.

Instead of trying to retrace reverie,

I'm caught between days and nights

of torment – with quiet breaks like

calm before a raging storm.