My worries are so small

I burgeon its beating wings To give me a purpose to bleed. Bleeding through a fury For one needn’t worry. But so tiny as fragments of broken glass Piercing my feet in grass full of bees. That is why it needs my attention Or else I’ll fall Into the painful sorrows of another dimension. Without my worries I will forgive too quickly But then will my anger not dominate me. My worries could find their peace Away from the pits of Hades Into the sweet gardens of Gaia Blessed by the sensitivity of Siddharta. But my worries are too strong And my discipline too weak. So leave me be To my rooms of hatred In the depths of my loneliness Through the cycle of my tormenting nightmares. Leave me to my small worries As I will leave you to your peace.