Worries

This is not a feeling, But an emptiness that lingers, A heart that aches for touch And eyes that search for glimmers.

A cry in anguish, Echoes through the night, The world spins on, But my heart feels light.

I don't need to be polite, To beg for my own space; As I take my place in chaos, I find solace in this place.

I've been a prisoner for too long, To the whims of the mundane, Trying to tame my demons, I've bound myself in chains.

But now I'll set fire to those chains, And let my heart run free; In the darkness, I'll find comfort And watch my worries diminish..