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.