You could never
scare me
with predictions
or prophecies
Of looming darkness
that lurks beyond
in the unknown
deep in the shadowy pond
For I, the goddess of misery
and goddess of anxiety
hold fear by neck, my pet
in a dance so tight
that whispers echo
through the endless night
My blindness
is my own curse
oh so bitter
As worries wrap
around my wrists
like a stubborn creeper
that's hard to unwind
My silence
is my biggest scream
oh so desperate
A plea for solace
in a world so loud
where thoughts collide
and intrusivity enshroud
Sitting here
in my cot
a lonely Goddess
with no worshippers
but victims
Longing for respite
from the endless weight
of my anxious blessings
that never abate
A temple
so unholy
due to its emptiness
Where once was light
now shadows coup
in this temple of worry
anxiety's legion
For, I am
the begger and the giver
both, in this religion
that has wired us
A paradoxical deity
with conflicting creed
bestowing fears and doubts
yet seeking solace in need
For, in this realm of anxiosity
I am both
the tormentor and the solacifier
a divine enigma,
a goddess of worries,
a hopefier's stigma,
a goddess of contradictions
forever shrouded in mysterious fearfur
I continue to
dance with my pet, fear
piercing the deep darkness
whispering wails in the nights
a goddess called Oizys,
misery's own
who cleaves to anxiety,
on her rightful throne.
- Oizys.