Sink to Rise [POEM]
via Commaful The anchor of anxiety weighs me down, Under its Herculean pressure, I drown, Looking back at the mistakes I frown; For stupidity, if there was a crown, On my head, it would aptly lay down. Ship of my aspirations will sink, Nothing will stay but this ink, All will be over in a blink, Can't care about what others think, When my ship is filled to the brink. In my own ship, I have dug a hole, I am the reason for my misery sole, Eternal damnation, into which I fall, From all perils and snare, I appall, The error is mine as far as I recall. This fall is not the eternal end, Its a cue to introspect, I apprehend, With the norms of society, I blend, In solitude and symphony my life I mend, Your support is all I need, my friend. Like a Phoenix, from my ashes, I will rise, Not everything that sinks dies, Hope is easily found in those eyes, Whose beholder has a mind so wise, Hopes so high, it extends beyond skies. ...