This challenge requires a Triolet poem dealing with; loss of something.
My poem attempts to embrace the world of mental illness and losing one's mind, dignity and life purpose.

Night sweats

Fearful fright in the middle of the night.

Leaving me wet, drowned in perspiration.

Not a new dream experience or sight.

Fearful fright in the middle of the night.

Recurring thoughts now overcome my might.

Loss of sleep fueling desperation.

Fearful fright in the middle of the night.

Leaving me wet, drowned in perspiration.

The triolet is a medieval French poetry form that has eight lines and was introduced to the English language by poets in the 17th century.

Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is: ABaAabAB (capital letters are the repeated lines).

Historically written with eight syllables per line in iambic tetrameter, although the English seem to preference ten.