Worry

How it feels to be worried

WORRY

Jagged thoughts
abrade my brain.
Shredding my disposition.
Sharp spikes
puncture my calm
Blocking my intuition.
Shaking hands
hold a cigar,
Ignoring prohibition.
Alcohol doesn’t
even begin to
Attenuate the situation.
How the fuck
am I to cope?
An impossible position.
Bad news,
then nothing,
Except my imagination.