A single drop of doubt from the vat of worry,

Spills into my mind’s eye.

There it conjures strange images,

Lies I know them to be.

And yet I’m still cast asunder the drift,

Plunging towards the trench

A cavernous space hidden from my wandering thoughts

For this exact reason.

Passing through the fissure, I feel my lungs

Filling with dread.

The pressure squeezes my eardrums together

Until they ring.

And ring they do, with cries

Of agony wrenching my soul.

I throw playful memories behind my eyes

Meant to placate my heart.

Alas, it is too late: my veins rush to pervert them,

Twisting what was said,

What was heard, what was seen until they bear

No emotional resemblance.

A single drop of doubt is all it took

For my mind to lose its head.