Worry, Worry

It has been some time,
Since I’ve had the time to write,
Now I feel hurried.

Frantic as I post,
These feelings wrapped in my soul,
Clinging, grasping hands.

Released, I’m relieved,
But tension crawls in my scars,
A depth unfulfilled.

I may lose myself,
In these intemperate years,
Devoid of feelings.

I just want to cry,
But I worry I’ve lost it,
That part that once cared.