Anxiety clouts
When doubt
Evokes find
Man inclines,
By and by
Gone awry
As in decline
Of viable mind,
Perceiving not
His impeded lot
Be in state supine,
For his world
Now out of time!
Anxiety clouts
When doubt
Evokes find
Man inclines,
By and by
Gone awry
As in decline
Of viable mind,
Perceiving not
His impeded lot
Be in state supine,
For his world
Now out of time!
I am the crow,
In a grave
Dark world,
A soul in plight
Black as the night,
Forced to live
An endless flight,
Looking for a path
To the freedom I seek,
As anxiety nears
This wizened meek,
Who’ll suffer hell
Or fly with the devil
For a ray of light
That shows way clear,
To end one’s journeys
In the dead of night!