Worrying
The imprints of the world’s worst sorrows
Are laid across your wearied face like
Jagged cracks along a porcelain mask.
Ragged lines drawn by time’s cruel hand
Are deepened by stories of anguish and strife.
Storm clouds trouble your toilworn mind,
Black thoughts darken your wavering soul.
A multitude of angry words and foul deeds
Weigh heavily upon your gentle spirit,
Dragging you down into a sea of despair.
Climb aboard a tempest-tossed ship.
Let tattered sails carry you far away
From the dreadful land of nightmares.
Drop your anchor in a brighter port
And leave your sombre sadness behind.
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Authors: Richard H. Fay. Form: Poem. Length: 15 lines. Editor who accepted this story: Previous Editors. Reprint History: Skyline Magazine, Autumn 2007







