The Worry Hunt

Ah yes,
The worry hunt,

The frantic sprint
Under shadowed archways,

Fog hit bridges
Before dawn,

And the
Eerily still parks,
Where the trees
Whistle wild,

And the wind whispers
Wayward words
As the wandering
Wavers then ends;

But the wondering continues,

The smash and grab
Through recent histories

And the mysteries
Of who did what?
And where it went wrong,

A slip of the tongue
And a crow bar prising,

Creaking,

Surprising the anger
That got bottled
Deep within,

Next to the aspirin

On the shelf
Above the bin.

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