With Darker Pen

Bees of doom

Do gather round,

A man beset by worries beyond his ken,

The future told through eyes of fear,

History rewritten with darker pen,

In times like this it pays to stop,

And heed teachings of the wiser man

You were yesterday:

Take a breath and think of all those

Far worse off than yourself,

It’s all a thought, it’s all just you

The day still shines or clouds as it will,

There is no reason for your pain,

It simply is,

And in that acceptance, that disdain

Release-