There it is again
Like a knot of a thousand ropes
It wouldnt leave until it satisfy consuming you
The fear of the known and the unknown
The constant questions and suggestions
Just quit, it says, just let it burn into your soul
Until you have nothing but ashes
Of self doubt, and egoistic mutilation
Amour propre; where is self worth?
Is this anxiety ever going away?
Or will it be my companion for tonight
Like the hundred nights, it has been?
×××
But take a deep breath,
And deeply let it fill your lungs,
The thing called hope,
It multiplies like the rays of the sun.
Chaos within
Photopoem
By carulethefirst
Lovely poem! nice work @carulethefirst :)