I’m not relaxed, I’m not at peace

My thoughts refuse to grant release,

They pace the space behind my eyes,

A thousand questions, but no replies.

 

The quiet is deafening and does not soothe,

It stirs the ache I cannot move.

Each breath a thread pulled far too tight,

Each sleep, a ghost that haunts my night.

 

I long for calm, a mind that’s clear,

But all I find is still waiting here,

This turmoil without a name or face,

That invades the corners of my sacred place.

 

I dare not cry, I dare not scream,

For will I ever be outside this dream,

So I hope the song will change its tune,

And bring me peace and bring it soon.