14 January 2013
Just. Won't. Leave.
Like an edge that I can't drink away
Can't drown
Can't burn
Can't cut
Can't cure.
Hovering on the edge,
A dangerous precipice.
How I'd love to move on
Move away
Anywhere but here
In this worry
But no.
It doesn't release me.
It grabs me with its
Clawed hands and guttural roar.
I'm motionless in its monstrous grip.
It has me petrified.
Worry.
I wish.
But no.
Wishing is useless with worry.
Who cares?
Lots, maybe.
But it affects me.
Advice is useless.
It still stabs me.
A knife wound that won't heal.
Worry. • Opuss № I