It's the uncertainty that kills

It's the uncertainty that kills,
stabbing the heart, moment after moment,
setting up hope,
and the pushing 'it off
the cliff,
into the dark void
of despair and the unknown,
Even if you're ready
to be hurt, to lose
and to cry,
the uncertainty won't
let you prepare
Because
thing's can still go right!
And they might!
It's not sure!
And oh the suffering '.
Even if you get
What you wanted
In the end,
You still lost,
The battle with the unknown,
The anxiety of uncertainty.
To defeat the sceptre of uncertainty,
A fighter must strengthen his heart,
And clear his mind, to be one of a monk,
And meditate, observe things as they come& go without letting them, affect him.
It's a tall task, hold for even the best,
But figure this one out& you'll master the emotions, rest!