Falter Poem by Achim Wollscheid

There is so much to think about
And enough time to think on these things
but Thoughts aren't being produced
with this malfunctioning brain
Anxiety builds, uncertainty infiltrates
and Fills to the point where it overflows
and buries this wavering sanity
What to do? what's the solution to something like this
to do nothing isn't an option
but what's the first step?
Running out of actions, rising desperation
panic panic, PANIC PANIC
sweaty palms, choking on spit that keeps getting caught in passages
OH my word, dying is out of the question
The next step is walking forward,
stumbling upon a pool of faith
and completely drowning in it