Loss of dominance

I detest those feelings.
Why must I conclude the negative when I know nothing of the actual?
I swear my psyche is torn on things to bring discomfort- yet perseverance prevails!
Trusting is an attribute that I long have struggled to afford, because I cannot control.
I swear on these things that must be costly to life- to let go…
Keep on-step ahead of those…to that which is detrimental, but keep close.
My mind runs ramped through thoughts of…disclosure.
I cannot control.
Breathe fickleness absence.
Like warriors in the field, I crave to be the last standing.
I scrap and struggle with myself to be the victor of…me.
I feel small, minute even- still frustrated.
I cannot control.
I have little patience for the things of this life,
The clock and I are not acquaintances.
I cannot control the fears or desires of my heart,
Those things that plague bad breath upon me and shudder at thoughts of my victory.
My essence, all that is me is ramped.
“I no longer am, but I am becoming…”
What! Thoughts of indiscretion and patterns or habits, hard to break.
Do I misguide my heart into fortitude? Is it misguidance?
How well would one know the tell-tell signs of… gratification
My spirit soars when being blessed with presence- but will it after time
Will what trust that I have built be broken? What prosperity I have built up?
Or will you complement, balance and match with… all?
You know the clock and I aren’t friends,
And don’t want to make hasty selections
How intimidating, me.
I can’t do but the stomach the loss of…control.
My emotions of time and space and…well, rationale
I can no longer wait, I want this have since I seen it-but…
But…
I cannot control.