Restlessness Poem by Cyclopseven R

Between the happy noise
And the silent tears
The fear sets in
Of unknown feature of future,
Restless indeed this mind
In degeneration it began to dry.

Will it be like that?
Will it be like this?
What shall become of me?
Will my dreams see no harvest?

Many things began to sneak
At every aperture the fear allows,
Daunting imagination
of unimaginable possibilities
sets my death end of every breath.

Years of tears I fear will be gone in haste
Nasty beating of the heart increases pressure
Of feelings long established in wild ramblings
Feeble indeed these hassling thoughts
Perhaps time has come
I may be dead, long before
The sun began its shine.

The noise of emotional clinging
Welcomes the tears in river flow
Bloody hell indeed this life I see
And it pricks the heart to speak nothing but pain.

When will trailing of fear fails?
Until then I reckon I will sail
Across the hardest ocean
With waves of agony and dead whispers.