Mayday.

I’m blue
Was just thinking
What if they were all lies
What if I was wrong
Those words spoken
Ever so true
Who knows but I try
Believe me
Not to think like that
But perchance a silly thought
Passes by
And I am sent on an errand
Of my own undoing
With anxiety eating me up
Little by little
Until there is nothing left
To consume
A cure for it I seek
And found
Faith in one’s self
And courage to move on
If ever found
The nagging doubts true.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s