Rest

By Michael V.

The place where I love to rest, 

Once was the place that felt best. 

I beg to go there, to let out stress, 

But now it’s changed and there is no rest.

To reach the place where I once felt blessed

I must travel far though nature protests. 

It’s always a long trip we all confess, 

But now it brings more discomfort than rest. Arriving there wasn't always a test, 

But the raging dark clouds won’t regress. The air thick as our lungs compress, 

The ocean screams as it swells with unrest. Longing to float in that endless nest, 

Yet the rising tides make me double guess

The waves I once aced like a test, 

Now crash like they need rest

The mountain I’d climb to view nature’s best, 

sinks to where there lies a chest. 

I reach for air, gasping with distress, 

The water rises with no arrest. 

The world is crying, yet many aren't pressed,

Ignoring the signs, though they can protest. 

Soon we’ll lose the home that once felt best.

The places we go when we dream of rest