Survival at Stake

Butterflies in my belly,
      fluttering,
  refuse to relax.

Voices in my head,
     resonating,
 refuse to damp.

Voids in my soul,
       glaring,
   refuse to fill.

Eddies in my mind,
       gyrating,
refuse to dissipate.

Flames in my heart,
      engulfing,
refuse to quench.

Swooning sanity,
   Will I survive ?