Weary phosphenes bloom vibrantly
Behind my tired eyelids —
While ribbons of insecurity tightly bind me...
Restricts...
Forbids.

All while you merrily sow within me,
The bitter seeds of doubt —
That I sadly can't ever seem to escape from,
Or find an alternate route.

So they eagerly take root
In my heart,
Mind,
And soul...

Always assuring me I'll be nothing —
Rapidly growing...
Spreading like cancer...
Leaving behind a black hole.

That ravenously eats at me —
Perpetually...
Impetuously...

While my mind continues to bleed
Uncontrollably on paper...
Like a never ending stampede.