Worry

Worry about what we can do and not about what’s not in our hands.

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Worry bug
Burrowing a hole
In my heart
Worry about
Everything under the sun
No rhyme and reason
Whatever may be the season
Mind in worry prison
Holding a gun
To my head
I try my best
Be worry free
Walk away from
What worries me
The worry bug
Silently and relentlessly
Burrows deep inside
Rooting through every vein
Peace and tranquility
Victims in pain
Deep fried brain
Trying its best
To signal
Distressed heart
Think about
What you control
Let worry worry about
What’s not in
Your hand


 

Week 4 of my journey of a poem starting with letter “W”

Write Anything Wednesday Feb 24

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

5 thoughts on “Worry”

    1. Thanks for visiting. It was a spur of the moment poem. I was on my desk thinking about the things I need to complete before my vacation next week. suddenly I also remembered that I need to plan for my posts to Write Anything Wednesdays and that I may not have internet connections during my trip. Out of that came the poem.

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