It Only Gets Worse At Night

It only gets worse at night

These feelings that hide in the day

Coming to life when all is quiet

When they know that there’s nothing to help me hide it

My desire for happiness keeps them at bay

But it only gets worse at night

 

It only gets worse at night

My pounding heart and labored breaths

The curdling anguish that lurks inside

That heavy darkness I can’t divide

The thoughts of whether life or death

And it only gets worse at night

 

It only gets worse at night

The panic I feel as I turn out the light

The thoughts I pretended were never there

My veil of protection from the dark of despair

I no longer have the will to fight

And it only gets worse at night

 

It only gets worse at night

And I know that you don’t understand

Cuz I cant let you see

What its doing to me

When I’m the one holding your hand

But it only gets worse at night

I swear that I’m losing my mind

Its driving me crazy inside

And I try to be strong

So that you can hold on…

 

But it only gets worse at night

Author's Note

again, just trying to write my feelings away...

Reviews

[Tommy]

The sad thing is I can relate to this piece, these feelings are all too real for me at times. I wonder sometimes if people can truly understand. I know many suffer, but I think we are unique to our suffering, so it makes it hard to talk about it with the ones we love; feeling that they will look at us different if we share.

I like this piece a lot!
RLG,
Tommy

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is powerful I could feel the desire and feel of going crazy in your words. I had to learn to meditate to find sleep. Life does get better when things fall back to norm. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[SR Urie]

Miss Cattie,
Most excellent prose that you've composed; I feel like you're talking to me and that I'm supposed to wake up, smell the roses, and make her coffee just the way she likes it. The problem is with me and my "blankety-blank" libido.
Thank you so much for sharing, gorgeous! BZ

[deeps]

This is so emotional and so sad really.
I have been here like a million of times.
I like this, you expressed yourself so well.

[Senseless whatever]

Very powerful write. Pushing through depression, starting the day ok and having it grow inside like a festering sore throughout the day. The thing we miss is, sharing such feelings is not sharing a burden, it is granting release and allowing those that truly love us the chance to help. Keep sharing.

[The Analog Kid]

Real nice pace and flow on a favorite motif of mine. Straightforward and moving. These are the best types of poems IMHO.

Pat

[The High Poet]

Another great piece of work! I love reading your poems. They have so much in them for little lines! Thanks for sending the read request

[MissWordSmith]

again.......................... so touching and moving.. you are a writer. a true writer.

[mcg03002]

I am crying. What an incredibly moving piece of wrtiting!
I have felt that way so many times. With work, school, errands, bills, housework, and all the other distractions that fill the day, my fears and sadness are usually reduced to a buzz in the background of my thoughts while the sun is up. But at night...oh how they roar at me. When it's quiet, and my conciousness isn't being pulled in several directions at once, all of my focus is drawn back to a few everpresent worries. It's like the crimson oil in a lava lamp. The day shakes it up and the oil of my despair separates into a thousand tiny spheres, losing its density and intense color. When I'm still, the globules sink and settle. I feel like I'm suspended in the liquid near the base of that lamp, watching the little globes drift slowly toward the blood red pool gathering at my feet. As I lie in bed the dread deepens. I feel separated from the clarity above by the thick band of dark fluid that has engulfed me. Your poem describes this so well.
The first line says so much. I think that’s why you chose to repeat it. The fact that it gets worse at night implies that things aren’t all that great in the daytime either.
I love the description of negative feelings hiding during the day. It paints them as self-aware and belonging to the darkness.
The last three lines are perfect! The rhythm is just right, the idea is powerful, and message is clear. “And I try to be strong, so that you can hold on, but it only gets worse at night.” Awesome! In my opinion, you nailed this one. It’s on my list of favorites.

[Tate Morgan]

Never hide your feelings they will eat you up inside .Feelings are truly how we connect to others the superfluous other ways of how are you ? and such mean nothing in the real context speak your mind

[Frantzuu]

One of my favs by you, your writting style is very unique :)