I Trip on All of my ‘Shoulds’

Peace.

Tranquility.

Quiet.

Love.

Fleeting and fleeing.

I chase them down dimly lit streets.

I fight them in the sheets, my dreams succumbing too.

The busy streetlights give me frights.

No one seems to be quite right.

Running through the woods, I trip on all my ‘shoulds’.

Wrapped in burial shrouds, my mistakes gather in crowds.

Written by Minerva Violet