Can't explain this one away
there's a worry, deep
in the pit of my stomach,
just like the novels say.
Its gnawing, dragging its
fingernails into my flesh,
not letting go, because
somehow i know its not just me.
Something isn't right.
A small smile,
a sad-eyed stare.
Those claws dig deeper, until
sleep can come
Some distraction.
Its not just me.