Julia Brown Badr Poet I do not know?

Six A.M.

Six am sitting here wishing I would sleep.
As the madness ever closer creeps.
Reality mixed with visions of chaos
Wondering when my screaming will stop.

Trapped inside the depths of my mind
Like a movie stuck on rewind
Playing these images over and over
Never allowing me time to recover

Pounding the terror  deep into me
When dear goddess will they let me be?
Leaving me the peace of eternal slumber
Before my mind completely crumbles.

Leaving me a shattered shell
Trapped in my own living hell
My world left forever cold
My world left forever cold....

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Julia Brown Badr November 24, 2014 at 10:51 PM Sometimes just sometimes there is no ending to a poem as there is no end to inspiration.

Kennedy Lea December 12, 2013 at 6:01 PM Love your last stanza, "Leaving....Cold" very touching

Doris Culverhouse November 2, 2009 at 5:18 PM maddening poem, love it!!

Carol Sunshine Brown November 2, 2009 at 4:46 AM I have enjoyed reading your poetry this splendid morning Julie. May you have a beautiful week filled with love and inspiration. Love, Carol

Julia Brown Badr November 1, 2009 at 3:27 PM Carolyn, I would be very interested to read the poem if you have it posted. Sara, Thanks for the comment. And the second stanza was actually the first thing I wrote upon waking. But it just did not fit there.

Sara Kendrick November 1, 2009 at 3:15 PM Second stanza is especially interesting thoughts. Keep writing. Sara

Carolyn Devonshire November 1, 2009 at 2:14 PM Feeling "trapped" as dawn is breaking is a very frightening feeling, Julie. I wrote a poem that began with "Six a.m.," too, as I was feeling like my world would be "forever cold." But that was years ago and the pain has passed. Still, there are mornings when I wish to pull the covers over my head and keep the outside world away. A very heartfelt write. Great work! Love, Carolyn