#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 causing me to feel sick and not well,
As each day passes I feel I'm going deeper into hell.
Letters of threats, my pending doom is getting near to me,
Closer it comes forward to my soul it won't let me be,
Loud sounds tick from my wall clock, a deafening sound,
A knock on my door,
Runs through me like a tremor,
A reminder to me, it's almost December.
The date is a reminder that the day is getting near me soon,
Until the day of what I see as my pending doom.

#anxiety
#worry

© A. L. Woods