#worrier
The day has come to its end
Time to lay down ones head
Today's woes start to contend
Vying for their place in bed
Yesterday's worry creeps in
Replays of a long gone event
Soon the mind begins to spin
As all ones worries ascends
Contemplating conversations
Quarreling with imaginations
Duplicating narrations
Conducting verbal castrations
Childhood memories will haunt
Work problems need debated
Enemies sneak in and taunt
Everything feels weighted
Questions and what ifs formulate
Enters the calender events
There are bills to calculate
A to-do list without dents
Now to fight with oneself
To quiet the inner voice
To put worry on the shelf
And think of things to rejoice
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 12:53 AM UTC
Some days I wake up from dreams
unsure,
if I am going to grow up to be
a warrior
or worrier.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 10:26 PM UTC
she's as beautiful as day and as mysterious as night
her feelings change as does her leaves during fall
the changing colors and emotions
a great oak tree now feeling cold by winters embrace with no colorful leaves but instead branches that show her majestic story of pain, sorrow, and love
she's a worrier, a soldier in this battle of life
and then when the war of society and sin is over in spring she dances and rejoices with the winds and rain and sings the song of new begging that yet to come
then finally she joins the sun and the clouds
sharing her life with others during the days of summer
she's a home for creatures big and small
shes a shield of protection
a mother caring for her child
a bride preparing for her wedding day
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
why have you gone now
when I need you so
why have you left me here
left me all alone
why did you leave
you were my warrior here
why have you gone now
you fought away my fears
the only thought that comes to
was that heaven needed a hero
a hero like you
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
They tell me
"Be a warrior
not a worrier"
But where is
my armour,
my sword
and
my helmet ?
You state such a claim,
but where should I aim ?
Who is the enemy,
the one to be defeated ?
Please point at it now
so this journey can be completed,
for I'm tired to allow
my mind to doubt so desperately.
I wish you'd hand it to me on a plate.
But hey, what's the fun in this mate ?
If the path is too straight,
how will I learn
to trust my own fate
without a string to follow ?
I guess my fear
I'll just have to swallow.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
One day, I'll pray
to make this pain go away.
Someday, I must say
my past will never drag
me down today.
There will come a day
where everybody knows my name.
They will say to me that
I was once a worrier,
but now I'm a slayer.
I slay every fear and anxiety
that creeps upon me like a serpent.
I held on to my sword
for I will no longer
be a slave no more!
I will travel across
the land to find the cure
for I am a warrior.
I shall fight,
if it's the last thing I'll do!
the devil will never have me
because we're through.
I lift up my hands
to the righteous King,
for he has blessed me so well
that I could sing .
After many years of doubt,
I won't let my fears and emotions
pour anything out.
I must have the courage
enough for me to flourish.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
Once upon a time
World was not in peace
Wars happened everywhere
Women and kids were all sad
Husbands and dads
Joined the wars and dead
There was one kid
He saw what he saw
His dad was killed
They slit his throat and laughed
That violance somehow
Embedded something in his heart
Years passed
He is a grown man now
World is still the same
Wars still everywhere
He survived somehow
He is still alive now
As a grown man
He wanted to serve his country
A dangerous but safe ground
Where his dad was killed
Where a lonely kid grew up
He worked hard on skills
And joined so many wars
He danced in each war
With his beautiful partner,
His sword
Whenever he saw violence
He was terrific then
But now he's not
To **** enemies is a must
To protect the ground he lives in is a must
There is nothing he terrific of
He saw the worst possibility of violence
His dad was killed! They slit his throat!
He is a cold hearted worrior
"Don't beg for life when you **** people,
Don't beg for sympathy when you have none"
Those ices embedded in his heart
Made him a merciless man
They killed his parents with no doubt
The same way will he do
He is the cold hearted worrior
He lives with his sword
He is living in wars.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC