I put my worry on a boat.
Left it in the Atlantic
Night after
as I sat crying on the pier
it came floating back
Drilled a hole in it
shoved it into the stream.
Haven’t seen it since.
I know it’s still out there
A ton of my worry.
David Derey wrote this poem.
Great fifty word story/poem. Now I know what to do with all of my worry.
Best of luck.
It seemed to work for the protagonist in this story, according to her/him.
And thank you for a very kind compliment. Enjoy your day
I like this a lot. Fantastic piece David! Very relatable.
Thank you.
Deep poem david
May I ask you if your mother’s called Eva…?
Karine