The Voice No One Knows [On Hold]

The Voice of Panic/Anxiety ll

In the depths of the mind, a voice whispers low,
It speaks of worry, of fear, of woe.
It echoes through the chambers of the heart,
A haunting presence that tears apart.

It tells tales of failures of vulnerability, it feeds on deceit.
It creeps in silently, like a thief in the night,
And fills the soul with a paralyzing fright.

The voice grows louder, it screams and shouts,
It drowns out reason, it feeds on doubts.
It paints a picture of impending doom,
It sows seeds of despair, it sends chills through the room.

But in the midst of chaos, amidst the storm,
There lies a flicker, a tiny form.
It whispers of courage, within,
It promises light after the darkness of sin.

So listen not to the voice of panic and fear,
For it will only lead you astray, my dear.
Find solace in the depths of your soul,
And let resilience be your ultimate goal.

But alas, the battle is fierce, the struggle is real,
And sometimes, despite all efforts, we cannot heal.
The voice of panic, of anxiety, it can be strong,
And in its grip, we may not last long.

So as the darkness descends, as the end draws near,
Remember this truth, hold it close, my dear:
You are more than the voice that deceives,
You hold the power to rise and achieve.

In the final moments, as the breath fades away,
Know that you fought bravely, know that you tried to stay.
And though the voice of panic the fight,
In death, there is peace, there is eternal light.