Dusting on Anxiety

Forever it will be gone, now.
Gone from its peaceful home
where it was so kindly nestled.
Because I was careless
and too selfish to worry
over its well being.
Now I will never forgive myself
for ruining its inhabitance
and taking what it had known
for its entire three month life.
Oh, dust upon the shelf,
I'll never forgive myself
for ending you with that
bright red rag, moistened
with my future guilt.
I cannot bear to think how
joyful my life would have been
had I just left you in the home
that you were always meant
to be.