The Things, I Hide From, Myself Poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana

I'm being frozen
by the bubbling fears
and the hissing emptiness

Like rubber balls
pushed into the water
they keep coming up
faster & stronger every time

I sense the threads of life
fluttering behind me
trying to cling to
any source filled with
the mysterious energy called hope

I count every moment passing
up until the very end
waiting to see the sun
like a blind man
craving to see the light
even for a single second