Disarray

My thoughts are a cluttered mess,

Pointing me in every which way.

My life is turning into stress,

I’m going into disarray.

My confusion infinitely growing,

My mind steadily racing.

Most of me lingers without knowing

What I am to be facing.

I feel my heart, beating, being exposed.

At any moment, destined to explode.

My entirety disengaging, coming undone,

I’m losing what I’ve become.