Worrying

Making believe turned into grieve
Forcing abandonment of hunger for fit
Leaving it sucking on a stiff wooden tit
Trying desperately to conform
To what can’t ever be warmed
As if pretending adorned with riches
What had been suckled by witches

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Hopeful is weary with incessant hitches
Wanting, wooing, waiting, worrying
Afraid of what most enriches
If once more it comes with glitches