Haunting thoughts
Perspiring forehead
Searching memory vaults
Restless on messed bed
Reluctant waking dawn
Arthritic clock-hands drag the hours
Near nervous breakdown
Face eventuality or must he cower?
Dawn's fully awake
His testing hour has come!
He's already a nervous wreck!
Looks like he is done!
A thousand times did he sigh!
How is he to face the crippling truth?
A thousand times must he die?
Weak, his knees buckling; losing breath!
Doors thrown open, the truth told:
"There's nothing that mattered, all's fine! "
Suddenly afloat, truth he couldn't hold!
Heap of worries, in vain!
The truth was unfounded!
Wrecking imaginations got him drained!
All for nothing: FEAR visited!
Avoid destructive thoughts at any cost
Or failure ensues, perhaps death!
Such demons paralyse dreams, and worst
Bury one in oblivion: fear's wrath!
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