I Think I Might Lose It

I can’t think anything clear Now I’m shrouded in fear Lump in the throat, it gives me a choke The food I take don’t serve me coke Anxiety dripping in countless sighs Jeopardize my soul, in enormous size. I heal at night, a silent time Not even a cry, the imbeciles prime Looking back at time, far back and lost Moments gone, dipped in tears’ cost. The birds’ chirps have got no place Just like it had in olden days Ringing in my ears an evergreen note Has lost its vibe to patch and court A soul that flows between a transition Vying, dying, yet finding no ambition. All these days spent, nary a competition Bounced to my mind; where is retribution? The stress is far too big Might break me like a twig Striving for light having not a lamp What would I say; my soul is damp. Where there is hell, have anyone seen This is where I rot, ever since have been Perplexed, why I came into being Amid others who seem not to have seen.