Displacement

Be still
Forego the ill
There is a better world I yearn to see
My thoughts and dreams portray it clearly
The vivid dawn of it's calming nature
The contentness as it empowers a freedom to be

While cowering in frigid fright
I stretch out my hand and grasp the empty
Ones deperate plea to capture a souful solace
So now in odium the sight once masked, consumed by haze
Rain washes away; and it fades fast, displaced by vision.