It's a worry
a fear
a thought that sticks
in your head
your mind
your mental (in)stability
it's still reeling
still wrecking
still making you something
in a kind of disgust
a kind of sadness
a kind of depression of heart
for you wonder
you ponder
you dream of possibilities
ones that sweep
that creep
that steal you someway
for a while
a time
a heartbeat of life
one that passes
that flies
that disappears
into nothing.
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