I was midst the night of study before midnight at my desk

When anxiety came for a vacation in my soul, to greet

My thoughts, then stay in them for some time.

He planted a blockage of horror midst my thoughts

Of pleasure and focus,

To attempt to hold me back and drag me down wet mud,

Just away from optimism, thrusting my head in pessimism,

Throwing it in like one throwing basket ball in the net,

So, I can halt prophesying positive future for my abundance

And prosperity, joy and fulfillment,

For my life to be on pause, like a car with no petrol,

On hold, in horror of darkness,

My lips slightly stretched mimicking the sun of hope,

For I wasn’t friends with my ego of cruelty,

And neither was I to obey the guidance of ungodly and

Unnatural powers.

He knocked at my heart’s door since my mind refused to unlock,

And asked for a room to sleep a wink,

Thus, he can smoothly endeavor to cause havoc in my late session,

So, he can switch the lamp off, that’s when he already strived to

Shut the volume at the front of my specs,

I found myself overwhelmed, my mind making backflips,

My heart racing at a gallop like the jumping happy horses,

My palms sweating and fingers vibrating,

But still focused on the task, my pencil still grasping so stable

And not frail like a dry leaf in the sky,

And the Almighty said, “keep going my dear, you are already there”,

And anxiety fled like a star when the sun approaches the sombre sky.