UnSure

Terrified of the future, 
Due to the mistakes of my past.
Almost everything is still blurry,
Unsure just how long this will last. 
Drawing nothing but blanks
Without the use of a stencil. 
There are no pens or paper,
Not so much as a pencil. 
With so much to be written 
And the words now escaping. 
Producing thoughts that are broken, 
With no way of reshaping.