Worry

The feelings of being small
Can’t be shut out whether short or tall
Sadness turns into the person and manifests
Becoming an unnaturally bothersome pest
Talk becomes useless ,what you do has no meaning
Everything loses purpose ,even passions loose the god of its holding
Too many downs cause a stir , a stir too powerful to hold
Tears and tears and tears and tears one’s face will behold
They resort to their instinctive words and verse
Or poetry or stories or a penniless purse
They fill themselves with worry and guilt ,not knowing what to do
As they loose , the trust of their so called friends too
Smaller and smaller and more and more insignificant
Lesser and lesser I gain and eventually loose all common sense
The charm ,hope ,love ,trust ,laughter ,smiles are replaced
With sadness ,misery , worry ,sorrow ,disbelief and suspicions are forced into place