In the waking golden hours
as dawn creeps into the room
contemplating the amazing power
how turbid thoughts can consume
and leave behind in their wake
even more questions left unsaid
while you endure a soulful ache
old scars are fresh amid bloodshed.
As you fight like a cornered beast
against faceless enemy thoughts
you relinquish hope for any peace
and face the inevitable onslaught.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg