The overwhelming fear of failure crushes me
It suffocates me
Sending me spinning in constant anxiety
The future I yearn for
Is questionable
The dreams I exist of
Threatened
By mass destruction
The normal paths that bore many
Fight to take ahold of me
To distort my visions
And yet I continue to dream in black
It’s mysterious power allures me
It keeps me coming
Until it can hold me down
Keeping me soaking
Within my foolish dark pool of hope
I long to break out of the black
And into something real
But the unknown terrifies me
The urge to create is all-powerful
The characters inside of me pound on the wall of my subconscious
As they are captured and held within
Wanting to be heard
Wanting to be on a page
Wanting readers to behold them
They plead
Beg me to be set free
Into the harsh reality
Of the pressuring colorful world
There mass clouded sorrow cries out to me
Assuring me
It’s the creativity in me
That makes me unique
When I listen
When I write
I can start to see a faint light
But this darkness always crawls back
Creeping into my world from behind
Barring a substantial weight
Wailing to take over
Reaching out
With desperate snatching hands
To try and help me
To reach my dreams realistically
That lightness that I see
Was and is my innocent ignorance
The evilness of it’s potent potential
Brought into the now reality
No longer praying on my eagerness
Dimmed once again
By me
By the screaming noise of those around
Discouraging me back into my color of blackness
Away from the doubtful world
Where my dream of writing
Can finally be
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