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 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
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I'm a tiny twig flowing in a River

Its flow, mighty, powerful, turbulent
I make futile attempts to make my own way
But it's the forces of nature that determine my path
Pushing me, Pulling me at its whim
And yet I have this notion of Destiny
Of a greater calling
A belief or rather a hope for finding
the true purpose for my existence
Perhaps a twig would change the flow of a River
And Perhaps the whole story wouldn't sound as absurd as its pitiful summarization
Yet, nothing is more true, more tangible,
more persistent, more disheartening
than the fact that

I'm a tiny twig flowing in a River
The lines of optimism and wishful fantasy are thin
The best part,
and the most part,
of my life
has been invaded
by something
which is foreign to my soul,
to my mind,
and to my body,

It consumes me,
it tortures me,
relentlessly,
daily and nightly.

It is an uninvited,
unwanted,
intolerable alien,
I am the taken-over host,

I am cruelly entertained
by this wicked,
evil,
unsightly,
unholy ghost
~ Anxiety.

By Lady R.F ©2016
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