Uncertainty bounds me to a prison of fear.
Anxiety takes over my soul, leaving me trembling.
Shaking hands — my heart pounding only harder in my chest.
I can hear my thoughts as loud as my breaths.
I thought my calling was in your name, but then it rained
And it dragged me down with it, from the sky down to this mud.
Am I deranged for wanting you still while being sucked into this quicksand?
Where my thoughts touch my heart in a slip knot of a trap.
