My Own Darkness

And the instability of my own mind

The focus I maintain regularly fades

And I close the door to light

It seems that when all the walls of pressure

Come crashing, caving in

I retreat to the familiarity

The comfort

Of my own darkness

Tears I shed and pour out dry

Till I am numb and full of empty

The helpless feeling of being trapped

Is too much sometimes to bear

So I find myself seeking out

The comfort

Of my own darkness

Fluctuating between

Desperation to speak

And a shunning of all contact

I retreat, helpless

Wounded, scarred, regretful

Sitting hour upon hour

In the solitude

Of my own darkness

Left alone

To reflect, renew, and heal

This nature drains me often

Leaving me continually

Searching for a way out

Of my own darkness