Doubts louder than silence

Let there be green fields
Let shine the warm spring sun
To dark clouds and anguish I yield
If I dare enter, only to run

Where now I find
Barren wasteland
Rendered a right of being
Forcing me never to stop fleeing

How could I have failed to understand
Should I have seeked when in still reprieve?
If in my mind it was meant to be
How ought I have seen?

The fear transformed
Anxiety reborn
The heart forlorn
Dear glee, scorned