A Haze
Every time I try to think it's like a haze
Engulfs my mind.
So negative, so deflating
My mind is in a bind.
For you see, my creativity
Is trapped in this haze.
So deflating, so negative
It traps it in its maze.
An interminable maze, that is-
One without a finish.
Only there to see it squirm
And left to fully diminish.
But onwards, they say!
Past this mysterious haze,
The darkness of the maze,
To see the light in my day.
And yet this cannot be
Because this haze is too powerful.
It holds me in its stranglehold
To keep the world doubtful.