Dispies (E) Ck Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I find no comfort in elements that are seemingly forever confusing; not holding any delight for many saddening acts unfolding: missing out on capturing peace to relax my worried mind.

I hate those surprises with sudden fear at me, threatening endangerment, sensing nothing about it, avoiding its wild approach: hoping somehow to escape its grasp: breathing out that final gasp hard.

I have to endure this complex matter that is before me, wiping off shed tears and fears which hold me: hoping the set aims of one day understanding this plot.

I sway down this road, encountering various obstacles, prayers for myself to remain out of harm and completely safe, avoiding the many rocks within this path.

I see no delight in those shadow people's taunting; baring inside no happiness pertaining to their scary moments: lost folks in their solid wall of darkness having to cope.