Loss of a word

Loss of a phrase

A failure of imagination takes place

Moment to moment you're trickling out

Won't be afraid

If my container holds shape

Things that I know won't pour over the gate

Moment to moment it's all coming true

So I've got a riddle for you, friend

What do you call fright without solution?

The love that you gave is not abating

Just 'cause you are decompensating

I didn't get the answer just yet

Just thought I'd ask

You