Rest Poem by Terrence Griffin II

Is it time for me to rest…?

Can I finally sleep at night?
Can I find some peace to fill my mind?

When a person, left alone, has the time to think clearly,
Their thinking never goes anywhere positive.
I've found through my life,
My many trials and tribulations,
That I have never come to a positive revelation by myself.

My poetry is my outlet.

As sad and dark as it is,
My form follows function…
My function is to find relief.

To find rest.