Is it swirling or is it gnawing,
This black mass inside of me.
Is it darkness or is it night,
Waiting for the sun to peek over the horizon.
Will it leave or is it a thorn,
Forever inside and torturing me.
Is it my creation or my creator’s doing,
Will anything come to pass at all.
Is it because of me or inflicted on me,
What have I done or not done.
Is it hope or is it fear,
I can no longer tell the difference.