In the corner of my dark room
sitting I was, eyes on ceiling
on every margin, there was gloom
my mind full of doubtful feeling
what, what if I couldn't make it
should I go on or I should quit
what will hap if the things went wrong
should I leave the plan or go along
what if it slips out of my hand
should I struggle more to take stand
what, what if I failed to do so
should I stop or go with the flow
this terror took my sleep away
act like hunter, I am its prey
from day to night, and dusk to dawn
these worries linger in my lawn
©aariz
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