Inspiration and devastation.

[arith]

I read or heard somewhere that good poetry comes from frightening emotion or frightening insanity. Here's hoping I have one or the other.

Echo

In the quiet of the night
Sleeplessness and I
Dance a silent, vicious dance
Will I dream? Not a chance
'Fore dawn lights up the sky.

Thoughts that swirl within my mind
Does happiness await?
Is my existence justified,
All those nights that I have cried,
Trapped beyond the gate?

I know nothing anymore...
Should I just pretend?
Hide my soul behind this mask
Feeling fine if they should ask...
Then wait for it to end?

In the quiet of the night
Staring into space...
I feel insane and helpless here
Full of loneliness and fear
While tears stream down my face.