Poetry
Nighttime hits
and the mind
goes wild.
Filling the brain
with sadness
and fear.
Thoughts —
overwhelming
and filled with
despair.
Apprehension
and loneliness
bombard my brain.
Anxieties —
so bad,
not able to contain.
Tears flowing
like a rushing river,
unclear how
to make things better.
A bottomless hole
forever…
