Worry

Worry whispers in my head

Of ancient rubs, rank raw and red

Of dizzy dreams that haven’t slept

And promises that won’t be kept

I wander through her murmured tones

So much aware I am alone

So certain I will always be

In Worry’s wretched company

It matters little, wrong or right

Or left within or out of sight

Worry whispers what she will

And anxiously I listen, still