Worry

I often sit and worry in an idle ponderous gaft,

Unable to decide should I go forward or go aft.

I worry about the things, of which I do not have control,

I seldom find enough to make the worry whole.

Most often it is simple and yet difficult to bear,

When the worry has taken over it’s hard for me to care.

Driven by dark emotion worry eats away my core,

It leaves me feeling cold as if naked on the floor.

I know there is escape but where is it for me,

Am I looking in the right place, some times it’s hard to see.

Perhaps I should accept my fate and hope it will subside,

But needless suffering will go on and that I won’t abide.

~David Phillips~