Spidery tendrils of doubt
sneak about my mind,
silently conquering
every
corner.
Weightless hope
clouds the creeping
invasion,
attempting to
diminish the influence
of its
counterpart.
Conflicting forces
loft within
me....
Unsure of which
prevails,
For both
Shelter Sanity,
While slowly
Caving
It
In.
Why must
Clarity and Confidence,
along with
Sureness and Stability,
disintegrate with
every successive
step
into the
conclusion
?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work, I really enjoyed this piece of uncertainly.