Poem 7: Tongue in Cheek

Poem 7: Tongue in Cheek

It’s really not the smoking
Or the unhealthy eating
The opening ‘just one bottle’ every night
The random, careless sex
The liberating drugs
The wild driving
The daredevil in you
That’ll bring you down, my friend.

It’s your all-consuming, nagging fear
Your sense of trepidation
Anxiety, foreboding,
Those niggles of disquietude.
Those will get you in the end.

(c) Anne McMaster 2016

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