HOW TROUBLE GROWS | Poetry by Joan McNerney

Trouble is patient, 
hiding around corners.
creeping through shadows, 
entering without a sound.

It starts as a seed blown
by careless winds and
covers your garden with
foul brackish weeds.

Or sparks from a match
spread over fertile ground 
becoming flames speeding
through the long night.

Trouble knows where you live.
You cannot hide from it.
Gaining a foothold, growing
fat feeding on your flesh.

Watch how trouble grows
inch by inch, molecule 
by molecule coursing 
through your veins.

Trouble begins as a whisper
day by day growing louder.
Now your heartbeat becomes
a thumping drum.

Soon you will forget 
there was a time
when trouble was 
not at your side.

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