Circles of confusion ?

Betwixt the realms of the ridiculous,
Amidst the circles of confusion
One’s dreads of despair
may simply be an optical illusion

Beneath the darkness of one’s doubt
In the scariest shadows of the night
Are things really what they do seem ?
Or has our muddled mind got it right ?

A catastrophy can be caper
If one calm’s down to think it through
Tho in between the blackness of oblivion
Before the dawn has become anew

A tormenting, tantalising turmoil
In amongst the spirals in our head
Can gnaw away like can’s of wiggly worms
As one lies in languish in thy bed

Deep breaths of long inhalation
Is a wise essential advice
to rid the pains of perpetual panic
Find your inner self fools paradise

Create an illusury state of wellbeing
In those tangled webs of deceipt
Mixed up in momentary mayhem
The notions of the night-time may cheat