#WritcoPoemPrompt101

In moments of bleak, smirk,
You wonder how it will work?
And of misery, roar,
Just like before.
The worrisome tribulations swirl in my head,
They keep me awake and away from my bed.
I tell myself don't worry it will all be okay,
But my mind will not listen to what it tries to say.
A ache is at my stomach...