Misgiving Poem by Sunny Chopra

All beyond improbable
is nearly in final stage

For rigors of the labor
results am yet to gauge

At helm while directing
in a muddle I seem lost

Caught in sort of vortex
my own demons I accost

A belief in old prowess
subsistence still directs

Belying any of the doubt
enroute which interjects

Almost at a tethers end
with upshot not in sight

The day brings new hope
each night begets a fright

Every jab at my foresight
pierces my real zest anew

To trudge upon unknown
and walked by far and few

It may though feel eternal
but not so bad in the end

Dark it may so appear now
but light is at coming bend