Concern

Honestly I've been having concerns
Some small like trouble sleeping
In the night I just toss and turn
But bigger yet is problems breathing
It's normal once in a while
Every so often it comes and goes
Yet something about this time feels vile
Like storms making oceans violently tow
Struggling ships down to the ocean floor
Though that seems deceiving just a bit
For it's not liquid I'm feeling pour
More like a slow sharp hit
I feel it stabbing between my ribs
Like fresh steel piercing my skin
I cry for it to stop like an infant trying to break free from his crib
Hating to be locked up in a bin
Sometimes the sharp pain will ebb away
Then suddenly in heat will flow
I don't know which is the worst to slay
Or even what will make them go
But I keep my calm and keep going on
For there are thing to do, places to be
And I keep going with the fear gone
Knowing that every night you're still the one I see