I know not what these are
These thoughts; these -
These little inklings of something else
Something that surely cannot have emerged from within me
Surely obtained from elsewhere
And hammered into my structure
Like nails.
Sadness, do not return to me once more!
Fear,
I know you have already plagued me,
I plead that you remove your curse
And be my ally
In lighter times than these.
I know not why you bring me these thoughts
Why you are working deep within me
And why you are the very reason
I cannot speak my mind
I cannot expel these thoughts you bring me
You are the one thing preventing me from doing so.
Fear, I have no problems
Other than the trivial.
I have a loving family and
A good life
Why must you turn my gratefulness
To pure misery?
I know not what these thoughts are and
I know not how to conquer them.
