The heart would be calm with their release,
but I am in luxury,
Where else would I find peace?
Years and years slip through life’s crease,
holding pain wise men would bury.
Forgotten thoughts refuse to cease.
I’ve signed and stamped an eternal lease;
Bringing as much as I can carry.
Where else would I find peace?
I arrange regrets with a folded crease;
Heartfelt pain flows with a fury;
Forgotten thoughts refuse to cease.
I steadily feel the woe increase;
Hard tears becoming slurry;
Where else would I find peace?
In the end I cling to misery’s fleece,
Denying truths and making them scurry.
Forgotten thoughts refuse to cease.
Where else would I find peace?
Timeless Poetry 