A poem

Now I lay down, please let me sleep
I’m tired of famines, floods, and wars,
from my own life, my body keeps the score
People starving, blown apart,
wars made to satisfy greed,
I’m reeling from it, let me sleep
I need to hear good news, now and then,
too soft for the harsh world I see
it takes its toll on me, please let me sleep
I want to lie in peace, let me sleep
I’m tired and weary of this world
I’ll lie down now, please let me sleep
Published in The Lark