No Doubt there is a Doubt

Storms.
Rising above my soul.
Am taken over by a dark cloud.

Doubt. Regrets.
I tell myself
Is not my zone.
Yet there is a lump in my throat.

Anxiety,
Has taken up the course.
My mind keeps traveling
A 100km Marathon.

Need a change of course.
Else, it might lead to discourse.
N thus ruin my soul.

Stop.
Before I plunge into the hole.
Else, I might get engulfed in the havoc.