DEar Friends,
I decided to resuurect my Sonnet thread but also include My rare short poems in this thread too. That way I won't clog up the literature forum. Only my long ballads and stuff will be in separate threads from noiw on.

Worries
By Lady Marion Blackrose

Little footprints cast a doubt
Make me wonder
Weep and pout
Little bird pecks
Tiny yet often
Slowly eats me into an early coffin.

Heavy weights upon shoulders
Makes me weary
Wearing boulders
All the pressure; I'm under
I might explode
Or be torn asunder.

Little pin pricks of pain
Makes me bleed
Worrying in vain
Little things soon turn to big
Can add up
Into the ditches that we dig.