What Is To Come

A sense of unease throughout. Echoing what lies within. With the world, there is no doubt. When and why did mine begin? My thoughts are running wild. Unable to focus on any one. I feel as helpless as a child. Unsure of what is to come. Unable to sleep, lying in bed. I need to turn off my mind. I think of tomorrow, with dread. What more adversity will I find? Ominous gray skies above me, seem to have also invaded my heart. Is it the reality that I see, or am I tearing it apart? Emotions I can't seem to control, are bearing down on me. No one here to console. Though consolation is never free. I feel the effects of what surrounds me. Another burden to add to my own. How this ends we will wait to see. Sadly I know, I will face it alone.