Hey, everyone! I was looking through my poetry folder and this is an old one I wrote about two years ago that I felt could relate to the Constance and Heckety situation. Titled Worry, but her "worry" is Heckety. Reviews appreciated, thank you. =)
Worry:
It churns around within you
Cutting you up inside.
It makes despair ensue,
Taking the devil's side.
It drains your helpless mind
Making tears fall hard.
It holds you in a painful bind
Playing you a trickster's card.
It laughs you in the face
When you sleep at night.
It makes you a disgrace
And you fall without a fight.
It makes you feel hopeless
Like you're a burden to a scourge.
To it, it's victims are faceless,
And it kills you in a surge.
I'm hoping to be posting another, longer poem about this kind of situation - I am aiming for it to be more haunting - so I'll post that soon. Thanks. =)