Indecision strangles each move.
Fingertips fail to find my groove.
Telling myself each day is new -
still I end each one feeling *******.

One foot in front of the other.
Path remnants lay helpless, smothered.
Shivers convulse, yet I feel burned.
My knees give way, a fate deserved.

Fostering this forbidding fog,
how then could I divert the blame?
Eyes caked in self-destructive smog,
I solely have myself to frame.

For passion once consumed within,
melted my mind and charred my skin.
Hence I froze my heart wearing thin.  
Icy marshes conceal my sin.

Now I live each day terrified
that my heart may beat intensified.
So I keep it all inside -
off my desires and distastes hide.

Afraid to calibrate failure;
I set no goals - not my nature.
Bracing for the cryptic pressure,
wanting fruits of lucky labour.