A Familiar Embrace

In sleeplessness there is a worry,

Of whether true ease can be born,

Hoping that my heart doesn’t hurry,

With coldness so make it warm,

 

Starting to think with soul I do,

Concocting many pleasures,

Ridding away the cynic blue,

Replaced with loving treasures,

 

Although across the good green Earth,

The suits may have their wars,

But I strafe from bullet with my mirth

To escape deep bloody sores,

 

Differences are shouted and screamed,

Across the bench and in street,

I refuse to add to this putrid steam,

Thus, I play in more wholesome feats,

 

Of course, in my acts of stealth,

I compose a thoughtful tribute,

To those who are in bad health,

Who still fight to contribute,

 

So, we should make a declaration,

To pack up theses hatreds in case,

Turning such gloom into elation,

Hence reviving a familiar embrace.