A Mess

A mess.
Heartache and doubt.
Flooding one's head every moment they are in motion.
Looking and searching for the way out.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
It can't be found.
Spinning in circles everything becomes a blur.
A blob.
A mess.
What's one to do?
Think?
Say?
Searching for one's self while holding up everyone else.
What will happen if I slip?
Trip?
Will I be trampled?
Or will I be caught on the way down?
No one knows.
No one can tell.
All one can do is hope.
Pray.
Work.
Try to achieve.
A mess waiting to be sorted out.