Choices Based On Emotion
It is hard to sleep with destructive feelings.
The love boat was torpedoed before it left shore.
The end results have left me reeling.
I keep screaming that I wanted more.
Nights in white satin is not helping at all.
The satin sheets are cold.
I just shiver and bawl.
I would end it all, if I were bold.
I was doomed to failure before I began.
My choices were wrong.
My heart rules with an iron hand.
It is probably why I went wrong.
The heart rules the emotions.
This gets me into jams.
Still, I had a strong notion.
Somehow, I should have been the man.
A voice is calling, I know it’s not you.
It is drawing me into the pit.
It’s hard to resist. I must be a fool.
The voice keeps saying: “Just do it!”
Another night in white satin.
I am still hanging on by a thread.
I can’t sleep. I’m not even napping.
Afraid of what the voice said.
I can’t go on, I’m fading fast.
The path is clear. Right to the end.
Time to hang it up, I cannot last.
What I really need is a real good friend.
—————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2021)
It sounds like you’re going through a tough time and feeling overwhelmed. The thoughts you’re describing suggest a deep sense of frustration or hopelessness. Talking about what you’re experiencing might help lighten the load, even just a little. I’m here to listen if you want to share more.
Joyce: I see this poem really reached you. No, I am not in a depressive mood. I wrote this poem as an attempt to help someone who is this depressed. In the hopes they will seek help. A real good understanding friend will help. The best friend you can have is Jesus. —–R. W. Johnson