Worry lives
In places
Where I have packed it
Tight, out of sight
But it sits
Like a fennel seed
From the breakfast sausage
Between my molars
Ratcheting pressure
Unrelenting
Worry thrives
In the darkness
Through eyes peering
At popcorn ceilings
It builds
Playlands of unease
Where worry and fear
Dine on brunch together
Deep in the marrow
Of our bones
The future sucker punches
Into my belly
Hazy, focused punches
Knocking air
From lungs
The past reaches
Through my sternum
Grips my heart
And great vessels
With a massive squeeze
Locus of control
Kicked mightily
Dragging its injured body
Off the battlefield
Worry crafts questions
That ping
Through the body
Like bolts of lightning
Desperate to find an exit
But the longer it
Lives deep
The worse the bruising
The darker the musings
We are inherently vulnerable
To its trickery
A disguised necromancer
Assured that he
Represents solutions
Preparation
While negative spirals of worth
Begin to pancake
Under their weight
Worry lives where I hide it
And I have an untold number of hiding spaces
When Power Consumes, Poetry Cleanses... 
But alas,
there is no Future
likewise that there is no Past –
there is only now.
It is not the ghost of yesterday,
nor the shade of tomorrow
the punch and grip,
there is only now, and only you.
Worry is a shadow,
the shadow of the Treyminator
cast by the divine light of that very same Treyminator,
a self-conjured demon
empowered through blinding lens
of time.
There is only now.
There is only you.
The now is a vastness
beyond the vastness that we can comprehend –
yet it is the vastness that we know as fact,
and simply hide with cloud of Tomorrow
and Yesterday.
There is only now.
Breathe in that air.
Squint your eyes against the light,
run your tongue along your teeth,
stop and realize that you know
you are aware
you understand now.
That is all that there is.
Now.
oh! A personalized sonnet. I am honored. Is this a dtdeedge original or a nifty AI creation? 🙂
I havent seen you post anything for a while. Dry spell?