My head swims!
My thoughts, thick with fear.
Failure haunts me like a warped shadow
always just out of sight and out of reach.
They are the consequences of my inactions
the parts I feel everyone sees
the parts I fear will be my definition.
And so, at night, those hobgoblins creep in
robbing me of my peace:
Nagging, Critical, Petty
So unwanted, yet so essential to
my character.
I let them play for a while, then put them to rest
until tomorrow.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments2
Doubts echo in this poem and such a relatable theme it is well worded and so identifiable.
Very relatable write to so many people, when night comes the fears and doubts come out to play, nicely expressed and written
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