An Emotional Interlude

I grab the softest pillow to soak up my saddest tears. I dissolve into the unresolved trauma. A disturbed tango until twilight. A samba of twisted insight. I hate these walls, staring back at me so expressionless. I hate the ceilings for taunting a sleepless me , as if I'm not trying to do my best. Continuously counting these disappointed sheep leaves me feeling an endless hopelessness.