Challenge
What does worry feel like? Poetry or prose. Make it as honest, brutal, and painful as the truth.
Because I can’t stop.
My mind buzzes,
the voices in my head
mixes with the outside world
I gasp at the scenarios occurring
within my mind as my imagination
run wild.
The possibilities raged within me
as I try to stay positive.
The telephone rings
My heart thumps out of my chest,
beating in my ears; thud! thump!
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