Lost

I decided (with with some persistent nudging) to add some of my poetry to this blog, since much of it was written while in the grips of my BPD .  I hope that by reading it, both people suffering with BPD and those who love them can get a glimpse of what goes on inside our heads when the emotions are so strong that they must either be released in some form, or consume us.

Lost

The sun sets crimson on another stormy day
Casting me into darkness
Alone, confused, saddened by the loss
Of your touch, your smile.

Since you have wandered from my side
The nights are filled with visions of what will never be
And like a frightened child, I weep
Longing for you to hold me in your arms once again.

I spend my days searching for comfort, for peace…
Only to find myself surrounded by a wall of blackened chains
Holding me far from what I need most
Understanding, acceptance, and end to grief.

Until then, I wander through the night alone
Searching… hoping that I will again be able to find you
And that you will take me into your arms, into your heart.
Only then will the walls fall
The darkness will fade and I will finally find peace.

~Enygma (1995)

~ by Enygma on July 15, 2008.