Written in a time of stress and depression.
Too Hard to Write I cannot write. Not too few thoughts, But too many, Whirling, twisting In my mind – Too many fears, Too many doubts! The channels of My mind are choked, Like leaf-clogged gutters, With formless words That pour over and Are wasted on the Barren ground beneath. Fears fly around My head and knit My words into knots That ravel into strings Of nothingness. When will this nightmare Cease, the fears subside? Where can I hide? I feel the worst is yet to come, And yet I need to fight This feeling of despair! And so I try to tell myself That time will pass - That this brief moment in Eternity will someday Be only a memory. But will I ever truly Be at peace? I cannot tell.
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