Peace
Peace
Like when the river sings
Peace
The type the wind brings
Every place,
Every face I meet,
I leave pieces of myself.
Unknowingly.
Unwillingly.
Till I have nothing left to leave.
The longing.
The yearning for peace,
My insides are melting away.
My soul—
Only very few fragments left to hold.
The horror of living for nothing.
I burn to live for something.
So I yell for peace.
Peace
The type a child feels.
Peace
To be eternally at ease.
Peace
So that this weight lifts.
Peace,
I am forever at your mercy
Begging you,
Please.
