An Ineffective Curative for Fear

An ineffective curative for fear
Has got me worried. I have sold my car —
Remember when I couldn't drive too far
Because I was afraid, so I stayed near
The places I was well known? It was clear,
From early on, the door was left ajar
For my escape. Whoever these friends are,
They scare me. Oh, these noises that I hear!

A devastating lassitude has struck
My aging senses. There's a reckless vow
I can't revoke, a fallen alder bough
I can't step over, and a bit of muck
I'm sinking into slowly. Hear that suck?
It's me. I'm having trouble breathing now.