Pesky Pictures in Your Head

Screaming so thunderous
you had to hide inside your mind
where misplaced worry is like
jagged bolts in the sky.
That sound of silence
had room to nurture
hope and hypotheticals
and all that they imply.

Worry about the safety of your eardrums,
bombarded from both sides.
Worry about the headache forming
as your brain slowly divides.
Worry about the time you’re wasting.

Where could you have been
if things had been different?
What could you have done
and to what extent
would it have mattered?

If your dream’s not worth the risk
then what is? you ask yourself
as you worry about the
time you’ve wasted.
Don’t let the past
kill the present
or all the happiness
you’ve tasted.

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