don't we?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

sometimes there's an itch

just below the surface

a vague "something's not quite right"

nudging my psyche

a hunger overtakes me

usually at dark thirty

how many calories are burned worrying?

and why am i awake thinking of this anyway?

will i be happy on the other side of morning?

the music of silence dances

on the jagged curve of a moonbeam

and still i am the one worrying 

must remember,  ashes, ashes, we all do fall down

don't we?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Lydia.
"the music of silence dances
on the jagged curve of a moonbeam
and still i am the one worrying
must remember, ashes, ashes, we all do fall down
don't we?"
I understand the above lines. We must release the worry and go forward. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you once again, John. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Lydia.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The universe is subject to entropy, time, rot, rust and decay. Things break down and go awry without reason. Tomorrow is neither promised nor secure, ever. But let us live before we die and not die feeling that we have not lived. I enjoyed.

[Patricia]

We have the same itch, and worrying should burn all our calories! I enjoyed this, thank you.

[Lydia Shutter]

I wish that it did! Thanks so much, Patricia! Lydi**

[Patricia]

You’re welcome;)

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much for this review. Lydi**

[JE Falcon]

Such a smooth, relaxing, and fun read, thanks.

[barleygirl]

Your poem describes the vast majority of insomnia stalkers who suffer an overactive mind. I'm lucky my insomnia comes with a blank mind, so it's not as vexing as in your poem. I can feel the vexation! Clever wording, as always! (((HUGS)))

[Lydia Shutter]

If worrying burned calories, Margie, I would be a beanpole! :) Thanks for the review...and sleep well. Lydi**

[Gee]

Aye, the dark, wee hours when even the most trivial thought is magnified beyond sane :)
Can relate to this though thoughts are often work related😩

[Lydia Shutter]

Middle of the night angst is the worst! Thanks for your review, Gee. Lydi**

[Ken Simm.]

Oh I so empathise with this well written poem. The lines fit so well with me. Especially in the dark thirty.

[Lydia Shutter]

Sorry you can empathize, Ken. Unfortunately, too many of us can. Thanks for the visit. Lydi**

[Shelley Warner]

Yes, the darkness is stronger in the night. That's when worry comes. (I listen to audio books to turn off my thoughts.) I especially like these lines:
the music of silence dances
on the jagged curve of a moonbeam

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much, Shelley. Lydi***

[Shelley Warner]

You're welcome

[Miss Sharon]

(how many calories are burned worrying?) If worrying DID burn calories, I'd be hanging from a key chain by now! Love this write Lydi. ~Sharon

[Lydia Shutter]

We could share that keychain, Sharon! Smiling here. Thanks so much for the review. Lydi**