“What worries you, masters you.” - John Locke

From worries and from pain,

Pours down eternal rain.

Fertile soil turned sour,

Mourning for stifled sun,

Light defying existence,

As it flickers out, unseen.

With ocean tears come drowning cries,

Wails of whales in agony,

Sharks with stark wounds,

Fish with fresh panic,

Red is the colored sea.

Waves of worry,

Storms of thought,

The ship of dreams comes down.