I think I am losing my mind.
My thoughts and feelings
Are crowding
Prodding
Screaming down my ear,
Won't wait their turn:
I must be losing my mind.
Even when bedtime stories are done
My silence is not peace and quiet
But a dreaded place
A wide open space
Where my worst fears are poking at my mind
And self - doubt keeps shouting me down.
I need to scream
Or cry
But nothing will come
So here I sit,
Rigid
Imprisoned in my lethargy
And wait for Insanity to swallow me whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an incredible poem Jane. I've had sleepless nights like this myself. I may be wrong, but I believe the best poetry comes from our shadow side. The one we show to no one and can barely stand to look into ourselves. It's a difficult well to tap. Good job.