my anxiety
I bid keeping my mind off the known calamity
A similar item year ago almost took my soul from me
It was only chump change, it didn't really matter
Pushing away the notions of the hearts that it would shatter
Another bidder and my confidence plummets
When suddenly last call blares out like trumpets
My demise in the form of a contract
Is swore and sealed by a pen that retracts
Copyright © Lorraine Peterson | Year Posted 2024
|