Surviving the Night

When night comes

loneliness strikes

my mind cannot sleep

though my eyes need it.

Anxiety in my mind

images I cannot define

depression I want to hide

though broken deep inside.

Staring at the ceiling

tired but still wide awake

trying to find answeres to things

that make no sense

waiting for this sleepless night to end.

Surrounded by the winter of sadness

soaked in the rain of loneliness

suffering alone with nobody at side

yet standing strong

under the dark cloudy night.