Dark days

I only have a tiny inclination on what has blindly robbed me of motivation, which seems to be an unyielding battle with false expectations, hallow dreams, and a faulty, vext belief system. As consequence, psychiatric maladies appear plentifully abundant as they have jaggedly splintered my tortured psyche. These intra-psychic conflicts seethe just below the sub-conscious during daylight hours and boil over into consciousness as twilight emerges. At night, I’m rendered incapacitated by these haunting thoughts of depravity: tossing and turning, profusely sweating and silently crying out for reprieve. Naught interrupts the terror but daybreak; that is, when my psyche has regained enough fortitude to suppress the harrows back into the catacombs of my troubled mind for which they dwell, menacingly.