Bad Trouble Brewing - Pantoum

There's bad trouble brewing; A secret, can't be told, So in angst we're coldly stewing: Damnation's in the fold A secret can't be told- We're hostages of fear; Damnation, in the fold, As we hide our every tear. We're the hostages of fear, In this darkness, growing fast; We must hide our every tear, For we know this calm can't last. In this darkness growing fast, And the fingers, grasping tighter, We know this calm can't last; We can't make this burden lighter. And those fingers ever tighter; There's a bad trouble brewing, We can't make this burden lighter- So in angst, we're coldly stewing