Growing Concern
When the sun isn't up, there are no shadows
I need a peaceful haven to refuel my arrows
If we substitute the stud hopelessness
We heal our scars amid sleep and sleeplessness
As a trusted guide to the world of dreams
Fall short of expectations; broke his screams
My sanity would be complete upon his return
As life stresses me out, little stays in an urn
Peace can only be found through serenity
I'm scared of violence-laced profanity
My only option is to hide behind walls
That will restrain the restless evenings at calls
Let me retreat within myself and find peace
Or hopes that fade and eventually cease.
Written: May 24, 2023
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