Love and Fears

I lay in bed crushed with despair

my mind overthinking and

overheating.

All my fears suddenly

rising from the abyss,

drowning out

my soulful brew of love.

It’s the same mind

of last week.

The one that was brimming

with hope, love and stardust.

Now it has become

this fertile ground

for all kinds of

anxiety, melancholy and hostility.

All the love is now gone,

drained drop by drop,

and what remains

is a self that is as void

as an empty well.

These songs of love now a mere whisper,

at the distant horizon.

Beware of the speed at which,

Love turns into fear.

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