Worry, fear, doubt -
Stuck inside a circle,
A dark room with no way out;
The whispers echo and and shout,
but they are indecipherable.
-
The keeper appears again,
As she does everyday;
I beg and plead but it's all in vain -
And endless cycle of pain -
She's rigid and still like a Winter's pathway.
-
She leaves, just as quick as she came;
The whispers are in despair,
They cry out in anguish and shame.
The Keeper plays a twisted game,
one that leaves you gasping for air.
-
Worry, fear, doubt -
Still inside a circle,
A dark room with no way out,
The whispers still echo and they still shout.
But, now, they are understandable.
