Exorcism

I am exhausted, I keep
Waking in a panic and
Wishing the unknown would
Cease. 'Rely on others and fail'
Has become a firm fear, hope is
Bleeding out and is meddling in
The Escape of dreams.
Too tired to sleep I count missed Moments,
Events poorly handled, hours of pointless
Conflict, and laughs at my expense.
Now my only fantasy is isolation- peace.
This is my ecstacy, my bliss.
When nothing makes sense,
pleading for reason gives no sustenance.
Motivation is brief and difficult to hold.
In broken hands everything is shattered
Glass.