2018-06-11 - 8:29 a.m.
She longs for peace
like the soft wind’s breeze
to help her sleep
cast off the creeps
She longs for dreams
of slow river streams
tired of the heavy flood
or the coldness in her blood
However,
these days ain’t better
She needs to stay awake
before her next move to take
For now,
she has to put up
with all that she’s got
R.
