Flustered

My hands are cold, unsteady.
My heart beat feels foreign
My mind has a control of its own

Uncertainty clouds my life
Chaos resides within
Time, how much time?

Haunted by the past
A failing present
An unknown future

Trying to find peace
blinded by darkness
waiting for the crash

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