Cold thoughtless projections of envy and self-doubt
Consume the essence of being or feeling something
As I explore I find it deeply rooted throughout
A gestation of despair that springs forth life
A life I let take hold and strangle hope
A void left to be filled
Upon seeing the new shape I shrink from existence
Existing only as thought in the void
I cling in hopes of springing forth to conquer
Shapeless thoughts that control
I have lost that which drove me and in so losing
I have been driven to a form not seen or heard
Only feeling as the procession of new life passes
Found in the void I must once again take the strength
Given by that which I was molded and drive back
New life which seeks to control