Filled by fire,
a monster of a kind,
what happened,
what is it to find.
To feed, to grow,
like a big worry,
what is it, what
makes me sorry?
Bad thoughts,
an anxiety to fight,
what happened,
there’s no light.
To feed, to grow
like a big ball,
what is it, what
makes me fall?
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-08-14