Turmoil tortures my soul,
Leaving me reeling in uncertainty
My heart soars through timeless moments,
Only to dive to the deepest depths
Confusion fills empty minutes,
Sleep's wrath also takes its toll
For every success achieved,
It seems twice the failure is at hand
Always a struggle - ever a challenge,
My being lives for it, loathes it
With senses teased by inner emotion,
Outside influence still prevails
Happiness may stand at arms reach,
Dangled before me, as a temptation
Yet each attempt to covet the gift,
Leave my flailing arms empty
Evening dreams turn to daylight nightmares,
Hopes dashed at every turn
This war is being fought and won,
With the victor yet undecided
Copyright 2001
Wanda Lear