Unfounded

. . .

Unfounded

Sitting in worry, one concern then the next;
No resolution to format, just running the text.
The blindfold is locked, absent the key,
I've lost who I am, I've lost why to be.

In the ravaging cruelness of time,
Blind to all effort, stagnant the rhyme.
Forfeited the love, once thought was mine,
To unworthy foulness discovered to find.

Gut wrenching heartache calls in the morn,
Before the day starts the blindfold secured.
Regardless the ache, or pain in my head,
Worry unfounded 'til it comes to an end.