Worth It?

Like a dental disaster,
an aching tooth with no respite,
in the absence of worth
the gut-wrenching continuously returns.
The cure not yet found,
in nocturnal pacing of misery,
the source of melancholy
a complete mystery.
Stomach muscles tighten-
like a wringing of laundry,
causing spasms at their tautness.
Nausea faintly tinging the constitution,
echoing in the emptiness of sadness.
Hollow eyes take everything in,
sensitive to unintended meaning,
always questioning their depth,
and themselves.
Spun drier than the desert
and out of sanity’s control,
in the laundry of the mind,
airing everything to inspect,
in search of a mistake
always believed to be by the self,
because the strength of worth
needs work.

Debbie Gravett © 2024.04.22
Image by Sandeep Maurya from Pixabay

FOWC: Dental
RDP: Nocturnal