As the pit in my stomach grows,
The world starts to move fast and slow.
A lump of dread, a ball of fear,
It rises up and threatens to choke,
As my heart pounds in my chest so voraciously,
An antsy, blustering beat cornered within my core.
Defeating doses evolve fugaciously.

This frozen state is crippling,
I can't even make a precise decision.
A strong sense of unease,
Not even a breeze could ease.
My temperature keeps rising and decreasing.

I am on my way to the well
A gracious walk I didn't plan
A sulking heart, does that ring a bell?
Now that I think about it,
It doesn't sound that bad, I mean hell
I wish I could dive into the waves
I can't, so I need sharp...