Vibrations turn into
eclectic sounds
A symphony that plays
feebly in the tangles of
my clouded mind

There are scarce moments
in which I can hear clarity
Am able to separate the
clutter of instruments and
settle into my peace

most of the time I
hear just an overwhelming
chaotic unnerving
wrenching rattle of noises

make it stop

My peace comes when
I see glimpses of humanity
Kindness that comes from
a precious resource
human selflessness

be kind to me
I can be your joy