Scattered - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

Scattered temperamental thoughts
With little empathetic sense
Clinging to capricious notions
Imbued by lack of confidence
Drawn to self-indulgent vices
Yielding to substantial sorrow
Enticed by soft and gentle voices
Waiting for a better tomorrow
Lacking in the brain cells that
Have escalated fears
Lacking in the focus that
Has plagued me all these years
Torn by restless feelings
As uncertainty takes its toll
Imagining the worst
As I am losing self control
Lost amid misfortunes
And occasional panic attacks
I have forsaken any hopefulness
And fallen through the cracks