In the quiet of the night, thoughts do creep,
Whispering fears that rob my sleep.
A shadow of doubt, a cloud of despair,
Worry’s weight is always there.

The mind, a maze of endless what-ifs,
Spinning tales, a web of myths.
Future’s unknown, a daunting sight,
Anxiety’s grip, a constant fight.

Each worry a burden, hard to shake,
A fragile heart begins to break.
Searching for peace, a tranquil shore,
Yet worry’s waves return once more.

But in the dawn, a hopeful ray,
Reminds me that come what may,
Worry’s storm will fade away,
And light will guide a brighter day.