Restless Poem by Breanni McDuffey

Pain and pleasure are restless to think they could
be mixed and understood

The struggle a single mother goes through in the hood
it's like the life of someone who is misunderstood

The restless thoughts that run through peoples minds
saying i should, could, would have

The feelings and problems that make him/her mad

Something so restless it's almost as if he/she wants
to be relieved within the quickness