While my insides burn like sizzling wood,
Thought waves increase in amplitude.
But this world is meant to be understood,
Yet I still sit in blackness filled with solitude.

With a troubled spirit used to soul singing,
My chaotic mind is paralyzed and ringing.
This is not just about lessons and stressing,
Thus, I count on my overflowing blessings.

Forced to accept this up and down slope,
So I continue grasping a thin rope of hope.
Can't withdraw and be adamant to mope,
I search for any way to survive and cope.

Struck by a stubborn anxiety...