Where I cry is where I sleep,
And where I contemplate is where I fantasize.
I remain in my protective barrier
Safe from the demised days,
The outcries of fighters,
My own insanity.
Family of mine has its mayhem.
I am exposed to the disagreements
Of constant yelling and untruthful being.
Screams of the young and demands of the elderly
Set my mind in a despaired canyon.
Deserted and lonely isolation bathes me.
The best of me shines from my curious eyes,
Finally my problems eased by glory.
Lightning blue rage calms to pink happiness
As I rest to relieve my fatigue.
A bowl of thought with a dash of inspiration
Cleanses my body of its impurities.
It’s what I like.
It’s all about me.
A certain place is where I hold the mic,
Where it’s my world.
It cannot be captured by an enemy,
The place that is my sanctuary.