Sweet Quiescence  

Oh where may fractured souls seek rest
When consciousness begins to ache
And mortal fibers are way too stressed
From daylight's heartless give and take,
Which, for quarter, will not ask or give
When pressing every curbside peer
Just how they should or should not live
In a universe of doubt and fear?

Always the norm and never not,
And certain of few things only,
Like interrupting happy thought
Or making people rather lonely.

But rest you will, for pity's sake,
On the sunrise shift at Daybreak!