Where is the worry, who has hidden my worry
It seems to have disappeared but I’m not sorry
It decided to go away because it was never welcome
I did not invite it, why should I really succumb.

When it used to hang around, it I tried to ignore  
There it was slinking on every street corner more
Like it was waiting for me ready to pounce
I was alert, every sinew poised every ounce.

When I relaxed a new picture movie played in my head
Would be played out dripping in guilt, even in my bed
The film would go on and on, robbed me of my sleep,
Accusing voices pointed their crooked fingers at me.

What was I guilty of – no one would ever say or hint
I found nothing to back up this tragic pathetic guilt,
I was allowing myself to be dragged down like a stone
Into the murky oceanic depths – feeling even more alone.

I have challenged this worry with a duel, to the death
Such as it was it went unheeded there was no breadth
To this feeling of guilt and disgust only stabbing pains
As it tried to take out my heart and throw it down the drain.

Anyway, where is the worry now I gingerly ask myself?
For now it matters not its significance is left on the shelf,
Where it will wither more and more and its own stench
Will be its own demise – up there alone it comes to an end!