Monday, 10 February 2014

I'm at peace

The birds fly to their nest, 
I keep digging the soil, 
Killing the pest, 
I die every night, 
To create this morning light, 
I live every winter,
To give you the spring,
But what do I bring,
for myself?

I fly across the sky,
To quell your fear,
When the end is nigh,
And I float across the ocean,
Killing this commotion,
That riddles your heart,
But who kills mine,
You ask?

You see,
I'm at peace,
And every piece,
of Mine,
Is now a bloodshed,
I endured a long time ago,
I felt too much once,
To feel anything anymore,
For I'm at peace,
While you still wonder what's in the store.

2 comments:

  1. "I felt too much once,
    To feel anything any more."

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  2. Liberation in surrender.

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