Mental Health

For Survival

He did not dare to make a sound and breathe lightly, for the zombies were crossing in front of his car.

I slow down then
I stop
For it is not
The chirping birds or
The chattering squirrels 
Neither the blooming flowers
Nor the rustling leaves
That give me Peace
Nay
Nature plays no part as
Peace is always
There with open arms
Never hiding from me
It is I who
Hide from Peace
Behind the chorus of
Sweltering
Confusing
Voices clamouring for 
My attention…