I lay here, thinking, wishing,
Hoping, that all this is not true.
Voices, visions, torture me,
The darkness all-surrounding.
A cry, for help was called and heard,
And peace was once resumed.
But it came, and came, and came.
Searching for my fear, and creating scenes,
Telling me of what will happen.
Why must this happen, why won't it go?
Is all this false...or is this true?
Such questions left unanswered;
The darkest is too dark-
There is no light, there is no hope,
Fear has me in it's grasp.