The Torment
In shadows’ grasp, my tortured soul,
I find myself losing control,
To drown or to fight, to give up or escape,
Surrounded by my fears, stuck in this landscape
A landscape of silent screams
Where doubt creeps in,
A symphony of worries, a dance with darkness,
A song calling for anxiety’s harness
Now here I stand,
Stranded in the torment’s grip
Where I’ll strive to find
A fragment of peace for my restless mind
