Sunday, April 8, 2012

Strange Daze

A single night of peaceful sleep
Could cure me of what ails my mind.
But as it is, it hurts to think
And there’s too many answers I cannot find.
I think in hurricanes and destruction.
The sudden moments of respite
Worry as much as the commotion,
Whether I lie in darkness or walk in daylight.

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