Restless Poem by The Poet Darkling

The restlessness begins
It's stirring in my soul
Old demons show their heads
They're consuming me whole

I try to push them out
I try to gain control
But still the skies are dark
And still the thunders roll

There's no sense of purpose
There's no joy in my heart
No hope for tomorrow
As long as we're apart

There's no end to my pain
No time for love to start
So I've made hurt my friend
And loneliness an art