Worries

It's sort of in the title.

Worries

I toss and turn
         Tremulous, tempest un-sleep
                   Waters that crash, spit, scream
in my mind, like a ship in a bottle
         Raging.
Your name rides the waves, written in the foam
          My heart smashes on the rocks
                   Dragged, dragged, across.
         Then pulled under by the current
I wish to find you, but you are lost
buried in the ocean, dark, black.

         I call. You do not answer.

Too far you are, buried, under the liquid soil.
My lungs choke, I struggle to keep above.

But you, my love
         Sleep. Unknowing.
of the torment, of my, unknowing.