Worry, like rocking chair
Rocks dull thoughts to and fro
Getting you nowhere
Avails no solution to the fore
Thinking of things that are barren
Into dark shadows of troubles, sinking
Over-thinking, adds negative burden
Fear and anxiety come fast mounting
In problem-solving, work on possibility
Sometimes there would be no answer
Fret not or unfairly doubt your ability
It is then, you take it to God in prayer
20.5.2017
Copyright Paul Sebastian 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paul, this poem would be a lot better if you stopped forcing rhymes which result in clumsy lines (avails no solution to the fore) . Maybe stop writing for a while and immerse yourself in some good contemporary poetry? If you have time, check out my new website: jeffersoncarterverse.com Tell me how you like it. Yrs, JC