Endless Worries

I hope it would stop,

all of it.

How I wish I could

shut them down

buried it deep within

burn it into ashes

let it drown in the ocean.

For what I feel now is 

suffocating

breathless

leave me no room to breathe.

Sometimes guilt creeps in after

for not be able to let go

all of it.

I wish it will fly away

just like a bird

gliding freely by the clouds

far away from my reach

far away from me.

I hope it would stop,

all of it.

Oh,

my endless worries.

D.Z.