Worry Poem by Phil Soar

I compensate for worry with more stress
My mind's not right unless it's in distress
Resulting in a mix of stressful days
All helping to reflect my ageing ways

I've struggled with this trait since I was young
Unable to restrict it, life goes on
And tempting as it is to just give in
I really don't want all this grief to win

There's not a day goes by that I don't think
That it will all end faster than a blink
And though the negativity's extreme
The positives are only in my dreams

Although I might not show it, I'm a wreck
Enveloped from my toes up to my neck
With things that may not sound like that much pain
but rattle around inside my ageing brain

I sit alone on days where stress begins
Carrying all the worry of my sins
One day there will be nothing left of me
Except the results of self inflicted misery