Fear Overthinker Poem by Putri Misnia Shary Bahri

In shadows' clutch, the fear begins to creep,
A labyrinth of thoughts that twist and wind.
The overthinker wakes from restless sleep.

With every breath, the mind's uncertainties leap,
Building castles from a grain of sand defined.
In shadows' clutch, the fear begins to creep.

Where whispers echo promises to keep,
Yet dread constructs its twisted walls confined.
The overthinker wakes from restless sleep.

Each choice a tempest brews within the deep,
Regrets and futures hopelessly entwined.
In shadows' clutch, the fear begins to creep.

What ifs parade in visions dark and steep?
Through tangled webs of thoughts all intertwined;
The overthinker wakes from restless sleep.

To silence such a storm feels like a feat—
But clarity's elusive truth is blind.
In shadows' clutch, the fear begins to creep;
The overthinker wakes from restless sleep.