I awake in the morning
so upset and distressed
to a world full of mayhem
so confused and so messed.
The sun through my window
so bright, comes to heal
but the weight of the chaos
is all that I feel.
Each step feels uncertain
each breath heavy sigh
as I wander in shadows
under our earth troubled sky.
I pray that the turmoil
will soon take its flight
for a whisper of hope
for a glimmer of light.
I rise in deep sorrow
seek calm in the storm
and wish for infusion
of new hopes to be born.
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Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry
July 28, 2024 | OC, CA
Depressed and Upset | Pencil on Paper