Forgotten, the problem lays simmering under a veil
The shroud of a million miniscule problems
Allowing me to forget and to ignore
To move on and endure
For now
Chipping away
Yelping for attention
Writhing and hurting
This thing I don't mention
Forgotten, a memory not triggered for a while
A deliberate motion, head in the sand
Allowing you to forget and to go on
The worry is gone
For now
Ticking away
Clocks rattle every moment
Twisting yet silent
I sit on the torment
For now.