thoughts , swirl in my mind
like the
steam rolling off hot tea.
the whispers wondering if
i'd be
good enough to make it big.
doubt clouds
my judgement like fog
surrounds the
mountains on a cold winters night.
anxiety creeping inside me
like vines
of a rose bush on a wooden arch
biting my
nails in an anticipation for
everything to
go wrong when it all
should be right
right , like flowers to may
or water to sand.
but , it's not and
I feel
like I'm drowning and
sinking to
the depths of emptiness
darkness is
awaiting , lurking at the bottom
sending it's alerts , I'm falling
I can't
stop how I'm feeling.
I call for help , but it
never came.
if only they believed I could make it.
