Dancing while moonlit,
Holding late night discussions.
With a legion of demons playing violin music
Sleep evades my mind,
Rest is an expensive commodity In an open marketplace where sleep is auctioned
The future looks bleak
Encircled by certain darkness
Premonitions keeps me awake
The warnings of an impending madness
How do I curb this violent streak?
Taking measures that always overwhelms the scale.
What is this silence?
This perfect calm?
Three seconds before I sleep?
The weight of responsibilities on my shoulders, wearing down my shaky frame.
Anxiety and excess pressure Assistance is resisted
Silent screams but nobody listens
increasing the distance
between me and my sanity.
They say listen to voice of reason
On the threshold of optimism
In the smithery of hope..
Forge your weapon of defense
Mind starts playing tricks on you
A tinge of gladness after the streak of madness
But happiness is illusion
Optimism is a long con
’cause ”people who live with hope, can do nothing but strive with despair”
depression is a nuclear warhead waiting to be triggered
& it’s lengthy suppression,
will explode and manifest as a violent expression.