My terrored nightface breaks in laughter,
“Sooo much worrying, I was after.”
Been fretting this & bothered by that.
Most; un-materialized hazmat.
Wayward doubts, my peace of mind, whittle…
I am possessed by Chicken Little.
Anxiousness ratchets my entire core.
Things happen, stress melts & now…I’m bored.
Ever shipped downstream; by tides & time.
Logging each tick in the tock of rhyme.

