What is it Im feeling... Pit of stomach lurk... Anxious expectance hyper/hibernating fear... Breathless you leave me... Intricate threads connecting my reality... Logic cannot follow... Perhaps fear denies me... Truth there is, not always pleasant... Ill endeavour to hold you in belly... Disconnect you from my mind... I cant foretell future... You shant discolour what has yet to come... I wait untainted...