Whispered Wanderings

One of Robert Lee Brewer’s 101 Poetry Prompts: write a worry poem. That oughta be easy for me, right, being the queen of worriers and all.

My worry sometimes worries me
more than the worries do themselves…
Waking me at 3:30 am like
some mixed-up rooster who forgets
what time zone he’s in
cock-a-doodle-dooing in my brain.
Out, damn rooster!
Take your leave of me!
I’m done with you and your middle of the night alarms.
You don’t own me anymore.
In fact
I’ll be evicting you before night falls again.
There’s people out there I know
who need you more
than I ever did. So
go haunt them,
why don’t you,
and never darken my dreams
again.

klm
5/1/23