Worry, it is a leech that sucks the
Life out of the spirit

It has two faces
One that is short-term and benign
Even beneficial
The other, long and malicious,
Gnaws happiness, sneaky
When off guard in the
Darkest days

Try to resist it
Replace it with
Optimism yet
It lingers then
Persists

Time passes, so does the stubborn one,
Leaving irreparable dents in beatitude
Forever stolen are the wasted days