Prayer For Night

This is a weak day,
a don't wanna speak day...

the wounded mind
with splintered thought,
a broken mirror
of a sort,
attacks the moments
so distraught,
then causes crisis
of a kind.

She prays for night,
for sleep, and peace,
wnen time drugged pain
and torments cease.

by Sally Plumb Plumb

Comments (2)

Deep feeling. An intensive poem I like most.. Thank for sharing.......10
I know the feeling! Well done!