Dread… #poetry

Haunting pangs of dread

Rise from toes to head

Lines of worry etch the brow

Wondering what will happen now

Tying the stomach into knots

Preparing for what evil plots

Phantom doubts or are they real

Damn, an onion I must peel

To find what is pushing me

To feel these feelings endlessly

But the body tingles relentlessly

A constant voice yelling at me

Demanding my energy and my time

Breathe, baby breathe, you will be fine

No need for action or to respond

It’s part of an illness, part of its con

To keep you sick, from moving on

And before you know it -it will be gone


Photo by Aarón Blanco Tejedor on Unsplash


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