Knot

Hushed tones I hear,

Muttering breaths and

Utter silence yet

The sheer loudness

Of haphazard thoughts

Parched ties with people,

Fuel a riot in the city of doubts

Expanding in my head.

I want to break free from the unending spirals

Questioning existence

Romanticizing reeds of reality;

I stand up to voice -

To formulate a plan

But my throat dries up,

Sweat drips from my brow,

Knots form in my stomach

While faith ties deep knots

Of demolition.