I hope it would stop,
all of it.
How I wish I could
shut them down
buried it deep within
burn it into ashes
let it drown in the ocean.
For what I feel now is
suffocating
breathless
leave me no room to breathe.
Sometimes guilt creeps in after
for not be able to let go
all of it.
I wish it will fly away
just like a bird
gliding freely by the clouds
far away from my reach
far away from me.
I hope it would stop,
all of it.
Oh,
my endless worries.
D.Z.
