How not to worry?...

When it feels the skies are closing in on you

Your scream a faint echo 

Among the glorious suns

How to deal with this

Overwhelming feeling,

as if the harder you try

the more your dreams fade away

Leaving nothingness.

Why am I like this?

Is the fault in me?

Life?

But life is brilliant, it was created by God,

But then we were, too.

Is it something in the weather?

Or is it hidden underneath the heathers,

Quiet but watching, hiding, sighting

How not to worry?

Do I try not to?

Or do I like to worry?

I guess I do try not to,

But miserably fail

Envisioning an end before something happens

Despite all, I'll go on.