Village Idiot Publishing
(C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
THOUGHTS
The joy of a day, taken away,
Too many thoughts to rest.
Shattered with panic,
For a solution to it all,
But still the end must come.
Tasks to fulfill, but not today,
But still they rule my thoughts.
A moment of rest Would suffice, for the time,
But there is no way to resist.
Time and time,
I say I will not yield,
But a war within will not cease.
Just a peaceful moment,
For a weary mind,
It would be the cure I need.
But there will be no cure,
Until this matter is fulfilled,
And all is finished and complete.