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”
great poem about the destructive power of worry. I needed to read this. It was a poetic slap to the head 🙂
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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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You’re welcome 🙂 Have wonderful vacation! Glad you unloaded your worries–one less thing to carry with you right?
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Thanks.
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you’re welcome 🙂
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