beanababy

Wonderful Worry

What's next?
What haven't I done?
"What have you done?"
I don't know.


"I'm so hurt."
I'm so sorry.
Who will be my next victim?
Is this on purpose? I don't mean it.


Am I crazy?
"Do you even know what you've done?"
Yes...
"Who are you?"


Help me...
"Are you alright?"
Save me...
This wonderful worry is drowning me.


What's next? I repeat, slowly fading
"It's alright."
No it isn't.
"I forgive you."


It's too late.
"I love you"
I wish you would've told me sooner.
The wonderful worry has taken me away...



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