Screwed Up

He bottled up his worries,
his fears,
and sealed them in
securely.
Put them inside a bottle firmly 
corked.
Then he thought, suppose they grew

agitated 
and, expanding with the heat 
produced
forced the cork free from the bottle,
releasing all
those fears and anxieties to reoccupy
his being.

It was another worry
for him 
to ponder and fret about.
He knew
a screw top bottle would have
been better,
would have kept them confined
more securely.

Too late 
now though, to have that thought
done is done.
The best ideas are, always
too late.
Past has always passed.

And then,
another thought came to him,
so timely.

Maybe he could he transfer them,
move them
to the bottle with the screw
fastening
and screw them up tight
without
letting them out of the bottle.
Without
letting them escape.
Without
giving them 
freedom,
freedom
to invade 
his soul,
his dreams,
his being 
his reason
for being.

Such a risk
though.
Such a worry.



First published by Anomalie, January 2015

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