Anxiety

This clingy matter

Firmly in my minds grasp

Yet slyly from my hands it glides
Begins with a question mark

Ends with an exclamation mark
I hate to rush

But of course, time and I never negotiate
What should be

I must do now
Oh dearest tomorrow

Bless me with a whisper

A secret from your fountain of memories
So I can make you thankful to me

For a treasured knowledge

You only, can offer
©2017 Grace Okoliko

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