Relief Poem by Nick Kasparie

Relief to know these things that grow,
Unconscious worries that come and go,
Will soon subside and fear abide
To rules they’ve made about suicide

Hope: it flows, it ebbs and grows
The day of light and dark of night
Coincide at once in me
The frightful dangers soon will flee

Once they’re found, the frightening sounds
I’ll know their name and live the same
With a constant nagging in my mind
No need to search nor evil to find

The toys of thought within my head
I play with them, but once they’re dead
I must move on from contemplation
And free myself from trepidation

The futile growth of normalcy
Misleads the few who cannot see