Relief to know these things that grow,
Unconscious worries that come and go,
Will soon subside and fear abide
To rules they’ve made about suicide
Hope: it flows, it ebbs and grows
The day of light and dark of night
Coincide at once in me
The frightful dangers soon will flee
Once they’re found, the frightening sounds
I’ll know their name and live the same
With a constant nagging in my mind
No need to search nor evil to find
The toys of thought within my head
I play with them, but once they’re dead
I must move on from contemplation
And free myself from trepidation
The futile growth of normalcy
Misleads the few who cannot see
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unconscious worries that come and go, natural, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.