The Companion

Fränz Müller

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.

  • Author: Fränz Müller (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2025 07:19
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Doubts echo in this poem and such a relatable theme it is well worded and so identifiable.

  • Poetic Licence

    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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