The Worry

Missy H.
A poem about someone I know

The daydreaming
never really stops
She thinks about him
until she drops
What is he doing?
Is he okay?
What is he thinking?
How was his day?
Sometimes she can't sleep
because the worry sets in
stress over words exchanged
can wear you thin

All she wants
is for life to be okay
and for feeling inferior
to go away
She fails at either
this or that
no matter what
she always falls flat
It seems like life
is an endless flurry
and she wishes she
could be rescued from the worry

Published by Missy H.

I turn 28 May 2012. Love my family and my friends. I'm the coolest aunt to the coolest eight year old boy ever. The coolest dog owner to the coolest lab/chow/collie mix ever. I am currently unemployed becaus...  View profile

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  • Christopher James Patton6/27/2010

    The rhyming structure is good and builds the story. I enjoy the unknown "How?", which is the part stressed people seldom figure out. In short, an effective yet sad read!

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