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
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