Midnight Musing

Why is it that I am drawn to write during the "witching hour"? Is it the fact that it lends itself to my melancholoy moods? Or maybe that I have always been more of a night person. What ever it is, I am drawn to write. I just finished a poem that leaves chills flowing down my spine.

I lose myself now and again
To the pain that fills my soul
Lost on the river of hatred and doubt
Adrift without destination or goal

I’ve cried all the tears that I’ve got
And now I feel nothing but numb
Lost to a world I once loved
To the darkness I’ve finally succumb

Blessed reprieve I beg for
From inconceivable pain
For my last villain to perish
For my last dragon to be slain

My knight in shining white armor
Rescue me when the need doth arise
Gallop to me on purest white steed
Because it is myself I despise

The thing that strikes me most about the poem is the fact that I no longer feel like this. Though there are times when I feel the deep set driftings of emotion, I don't feel lost to a world I can't live in. I don't feel alienated from my own life anymore, and I am still adjusting to the idea that I can be a functioning member of society.

I am in a weird mood tonight. I feel melancholoy and joyous at the same time. Like I could cry or laugh in the next second and feel either associated emotion fully. I am left feeling uncertain, though I am unsure about what it is I am uncertain about. I can only guess as to the answer.