My mind consumes itself with inward worry
About whatever topic is at hand
Bouncing about my problems in a flurry
Of ifs and buts and whethers. I can stand
The plain quotidian of this, but know
That when some thought of great intensity
Is thrown into this mix, I'll undergo
A mental beating which will bury me.
And so I keep my fears and worries light,
Disdaining - rather, fearing - to consume
Myself with heavy doubts all through the night
Making my head my own self-doubting tomb.
But this itself is worry, and displaces
The greater fears, and puts them into stasis.
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