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