I Am Crushed

why do I feel
 that way? 
I do not know.

I am drawn towards
 such syndrome,
 a  feeling of despair  
amiss and lost.

It is a set pattern
that haunts me 
in the night mostly 
after two o’ clock.

Lying straight. 
face facing the 
ceiling, I think 
of the wildest of wild,

I sense a sign 
of unfulfillment, having 
wasted my life doing 
nothing  worthy.

Tossing over, 
burying my head 
in  the pillow,  I 
weep silently.

The clock strikes 
4,  sleep  enfolds.
All  happens for 2 hours
resolves on is own