Answer:
My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
I canβt go left I canβt go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high.
I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat and your heart grow cold. I visit the weak but seldom the bold.
Though I am only two words I have thousands of letters in me
I can bring tears to your eyes, resurrect the dead, make you smile, and reverse time. I form in an instant, but I last a lifetime. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.