The Worry

It was an open secret
If you looked hard at his face.
Gnawing away under calm surface,
Emerging in most inconvenient of place.
Confiding in scant few
He only wished he knew.
Like a guilty secret.
Imprisoned inside ,
until it was resolved , it would not die.
- Anxiety fueled constant replendishment.
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