Seeking security

It starts at the pit of my stomach,
A dull ache,
Creeps its way creating an anvil,
Weighing me down.
My soul dried out and transparent,
The mirror of Dorian Gray.
My face is a mask,
Sadness peeks through my pupils,
And my sarcasm drips truth.
I am shredded.
Two seperates,
Sparring to the death.
I try to inhale,
Never receiving enough air
My breathing is shallow and short
The dark fills my shell,
Holding me back,
And under the waves of doubt

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, sometimes our own self-doubt can make us two different people. The one who actually succeeds but the other is the one who just doesn't believe in ourselves. and no matter how well we do in life, we still don't believe we are capable...and sooner or later it can be debilitating...
love the use of Dorian Gray in this...
he doesn't age but the portrait does.
the doubt ages us, even if we are still young...
j.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

That creeping feeling we aren't quite getting it correct is always prevalent, well done, good read.