Fear in my heart

Fear, spoils of worry,
Wrenching the stomach and twisting a heart,
Must be quick and hurry,
Or my soul will be torn apart.
Sickness of to much thinking,
Of being left in terrible wonder,
My very being is groveling, is shrinking,
And here I listen for dooms thunder.

Is this what I am to be,
A coward,
Left here is my misery,
Stinking of fear and never being showered?
Left alone to die,
In my own sickness,
Expected to get by,
Relying on my hearts own thickness.