The sky at dusk alight

With pink and purples, deep.

But when night falls, anxiety rises

No longer wishing to sleep.


A honey badger in my heart,

Ruthless with the house at rest.

Stealing my hope and breath,

Instilling negativity in my nest.


Even the trees at twilight

Pester me as they sway.

They see the worries in my soul

And know they won’t soon go away.


A crystal ball or oracle

Not a bath or glass of wine.

To calm the fiend inside me

And help me protect what’s mine.


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