Quarter Ounce Of Comfort Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

A loud buzz starts my conscience
The noise of a passing housefly
Breaking apart my tranquility that was settled
My head yearns for rest, then sleep
An inch of nerve longer strained
Can't keep my calm and savor rest

The bliss swept over the hair on my skin
But the heat of the afternoon still too strong
Tropical dreams at the basement of the shaft
And more work lays undone
Yet desperation and fatigue comes calling
Wishing for rest and some good bit of sleep

A quarter ounce of comfort
Perhaps the only one thing I truly desire
Seems like a distant wish drawing further away