Heavy Heart

Why do they only,
visit me at night?
In bed, I’m alone,
They shake my resolve.

Inside me, they sit,
Gnawing and sowing.
Tiny seeds of doubt,
They nuture and feed.

I wish you were here,
But that cannot be.
Instead I force sleep,
Heavy is my heart.

Helen •Ø_ו
22/08/11

All this writing’s finally making me sleepy, and less you know…
It helped, it really did =D.
It’s funny though,
I don’t think I’ve ever written any happy “poetry”,
is that a bad thing?