The Beast Named Worry

It starts out as a little twinge

A small thing that offsets the mood

So tiny yet with so much potential

The more it’s noticed the faster it grows

 

It’s a creature that feeds on doubt

It creates it’s own food

Spawning from mistakes and failures

Quickly becoming a slimy beast

 

The monster inside it grows spines

And has a tail that wraps around the heart

Squeezing and clawing inside

It becomes hard to breathe

Thoughts run in circles

The creature chases them

Everything spins faster

It only gets larger

 

The only way to stop it

Is to no longer acknowledge

Yet it’s presence is oppressive

Overwhelming, it strangles all sanity

 

For the beast called worry

Is a destructive all consuming

Human creation

Reviews

[Ashly Christen]

I like how this starts off, it catches my attention right away, its an awesome piece this monster can be so many things, and come in so many forms, and one of those forms we are alllll familiar with one way or another, good write :)

[WildAssociativeLeaps]

I like the line, "It's a creature that feeds on doubt, it creates it's own food." It makes me think of an evil plant monster living inside of people.
Effective imagery, "The monster inside it grows spines."

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

A student of literature, you bring your anxiety to the table in bright measures. I like your style of art. It's particularily aesthetic to my ear. Please forgive me if I pay you more attention soon.

[Angelic Surrender]

I know this feeling well, lol. I'm a huge worry wart. Sometimes it makes me sick too. It's definitely a beast. great job :)