Worry Worship

i worry the night away,

waiting, awake, for the first lights of morning blue

making my curtains glow, comforting,

the hole inside me expands and swallows away the massive dread.

and my eyes are allowed to shut
and drown

and sleep.

the first rays of morning
delicious sun rays,

break in through me

light my dark corners.

how i long for a god to escape me from this inhibiting cautiousness.

i would worship him if he existed.

is this my punsihment?

will this be my only blessing?

the sacred medication for lost souls

is comfort knowing

your only reason for existance

is to be a warning to others.

N.M.