Stafish Olor Poet I do not know?

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

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Perry Campanella November 19, 2020 at 2:40 AM Your poem is how one can be made to feel when feeling down and only rest and peace will do at that time - Good write easy to read - Good Luck with all your Poetry! Stafish Olor November 21, 2020 at 9:06 AM Thanks for your kind words Perry. Best wishes to you too mate :)