Poem: A Little Peace

I am so glad that it is night time.
Alone-time. In my hut. Swaddled in clothes.
Reading by candle-light.
Safe, for now. Nothing pressing,
for a bit.
Just me. And the noises.
My worries, bugs, and one of three rats.
I want to go to sleep,
but I've waited so long for this peace-time,
I do not want it to end.
I do not want to wake up
to another sunny tommorrow.
My candles are burning
and there arn't many left.
It's early in the month
to be so broke.
I'd better appreciate it now.
Who knows when
I'll have even a little peace
again.