In Respite
My respite,
is clearly laden
with strife.
Yet, You strive,
to give me,
constant grief.
It’s my belief,
that i,
will still rise
to the skies,
in spite of all
your reproof.
i am bulletproof
now. I left my stress
on bed rest.
Amidst the unrest,
under duress, watch
me chill, in repose.
I won’t even oppose
your outpour of
nasty-nice chatter.
I’ll bolt tight, my shutter,
before i drift away
in my little bubble
my only hustle
will be
staying afloat
Copyright © Stafish Olor | Year Posted 2020
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