sorenbarrett

Uncertainty

Uncertainty immersed in fear, initially does appear as a small sprout

It germinates a tear. Like a spear that pierces, hemorrhaging doubt

 

Trepidation rends my breast

 

A sentinel so near, not a seer, unsure how things will turn out

Not clear where destiny will steer, I quake and shake and shout

 

Panic builds its nest

 

Wishing it to disappear, yet still it does adhere, ignorant of what it\'s about

From its path so shear, I attempt to veer, hoping paranoia to rout

 

Still on a quest

 

Afraid to hear, or peer in a mirror, it hovers and does tout

How dear is our last year, when one will be worn out

 

Now I can rest