My Friend Of Misery (Prose)
Drifting out of sight, fading into the night.
Times of frustration and depression.
An uncomfortably disturbing state of mind deriving from the darkness...
Thrown into a state of intense stress and desperation, how can I ease the pain in my aching heart?
Sadness resulting from being forsaken!
A solitary night, untouched, unspoken to — Loneliness!
In the pitch-dark when even your shadow abandons you!
Falling into gentle ruin, nothing here, only worms writhing round and round — writhing away while my brain leaks into the ground.
It seems that time is passing slower than normal this damn night!
Tension — The deafening sound of a clock in my head is ticking, TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK as if it was a time bomb; So loud, can’t make myself heard no matter how hard I scream!
An unpleasant emotion — an overwhelming feeling of discomfort, emptiness, nervousness, worry and anxiety.
Pale with exhaustion and trouble...
An endless stream of fear and terror.
I’m lost — the apprehension has taken me beneath the cold purple sheets where it's even harder to breathe...
Ever thought what I've been thinking about?
I've been thinking about you!
My heart murmurs your name, it's only you who can dig me out of this mess! I'll die if you don't hold me tight tonight. I shut my eyes to feel your hands caressing me... And the only reason I cherish sleep is to dream of you.
I sing myself to sleep — calming and soothing myself so that I may fall into a deep and satisfying sleep.
A fight that took so long has finally ended by the surrender of my bleeding eyes to precious sleep.
It's the frantic moments when a human hopelessly tries to sleep! Weakness and fatigue, my body is so heavy and relaxed.
Sinking down... Down... Deeper and deeper.
A few miraculous golden rays of light into the smothering darkness, stroking gently on the cold walls of a lifeless bedroom.
I was on the verge of sleep when the alarm went off. Annoying beeping sound disturbing the sweetness of a dream!
Rise and shine, Rise and shine!
6: 00 AM and I'm all curled up in my bed.The sheets are still cold.
A voice in my head awakens from its respite and tries to convince me that the situation is much worse...
there I lay, motionless in pain and my hand can't make it to the alarm clock, the voices in my head start telling me that it's too early and too cold to get out of bed! ... I just don't feel like leaving bed today!
This morning selfish needs! Would it be better if I died?
Paralyzed—Aching sore muscles lie still in rebellion pretending not to hear my poor twisted mind ordering them to move.
Loud voices shouting for me to hit the snooze button and go back to sleep...
But the voice I've chosen to listen to is the voice that says that there's a reason I set the alarm the first place! So sit up! Put your feet on the floor! Force a smile on your face and don’t look back! Because we've got work to do! !
Welcome to the real world, where each day is a series of conflicts between the right way and the easy way.
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