Worry by tex norman

This is a poem about worry.

The first line is not as poetic as the second line.
I was worried this would go just as it has
been going, but, hell, what'duh'ya'do?
While worry is not a productive emotion
and it contributes nothing posiitve to my life
it is what I'm good at and so. . .

In the second stanza I intended to make some
insightful points. The word insight implies
having some sight of what is inside of me, but
weel, it's pretty dark in there and so I don't have
much insight. I wanted stanza two to help me
as well as other worriers, to worry less, but
to be honest, stanza two seems somewhat vacuous.

I've decided against trying
to write a third stanza.