Like tendrils of wispy smoke creeping in through small cracks in the walls

seeping in spreading out until I am filled like water into a glass

starting small just a single thought that grows bigger as I feed it

ever hungry it keeps asking for more and slowly I am surrounded

curling around my every waking moment I begin to question everything

as it consumes me I become lost and all I have accomplished means nothing

I hear the whispers at first only a word here or there

but then a nonstop sound that drowns out anything positive

faith becomes something lost

belief a word I am unfamiliar with

trust for the process impossible to find

trapped in this box filled with only doubt

continuing to search for the way out

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