What makes me worring?
This takes me, my joy, away from me
It has alot to say
It says you worry

I worry indeed when I add
So anxious, distruptive, so bad
And I become angry
And angry like a hungry lion

I worry indeed when I subtract
So desperate, so blink, so submerged
And doubt, doubting about myself
And this is the point of losing faith
Completely I leave the sea of life

I worry indeed when I muiltiply
So holding fears, so imaginative,
so quantified
And up the heaven of hell
And falling, I become afraid,
Afraid of myself

I worry indeed when I devide
My days into days of future dividends
up again I leave, and forgate
And I become forgotten
Indeed God is my observer,
my judge

Paul Mwenelupembe

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anxiety-14/