The Fall

This night I write much uptight whilst rustling leaves conspicuous, Saddened by needless deaths and headache from ridiculous. Belly ache does partake in feeling sick and weak, Where along what is wrong dejection haunts to creep. What brings me down and crushes me is mostly others doing, Will they learn not to turn when evilness is brewing? Be still, I hear those words again now with ringing in my ears, One must seek to overcome life’s struggles and all fears. Oh here it comes the rain does fall from heavens mercy sent, Yes it’s sad to feel so bad to only feel content.