In the abyss of my psyche, a creature dwells,
Eight arms of doubt and fear it wields.
Its tentacles twine and tightly coil,
A silent scream within my soul.
A cunning beast, in shadow’s guise,
It whispers lies that amplify my cries.
Its eyes, pools of darkness, never sleep,
Vigilant, watching my mind’s deep.
Manipulating thoughts with silent ease,
It tangles my dreams in a suffocating seize.
A dance of dread in the quiet night,
It feeds on fear, a voracious plight.
Stifling whispers in my ear,
Its grip is tight, it’s always near.
The fiend’s embrace is cold and sly,
It shrinks my world till I cannot fly.
Yet in the murky waters of my mind,
Where it lurks and I am blind,
I find a strength, a flicker faint,
To face the foe and not to faint.
With every breath, a battle’s start,
I fight the tentacles that seek to part
My will from sanity’s shore,
And piece by piece, I strive for more.
Though it clings and tries to hold,
I’m not a vessel to be controlled.
With each dawn that breaks the gloom,
I fight the octopus’s impending doom.
The light within, a beacon bright,
Guides my way through the tumultuous night.
Others unaware of this silent fight,
Where anxiety and I take flight.