Vasto Grom

(01/19/1990 / Houston, TX)

Peaceful Slumber


The hour grows late
And my mind grows weary
I lay my body down on my bed once more
And reach for the controller
With a touch of a button the music begins
Soft, like the rain gently falling outside
It begins to slowly flow through my body and into my mind
No words
Just a single chant
As the music goes on I feel myself drifting away
From this world
This life
Even this reality
And as the music settles deep inside my mind I feel it
I feel my body at rest and my mind at peace
No more worries about my life
No longer do I care about tomorrow
Or what the world thinks of me
I only know peace
Though only a fleeting peace a peace none the less wonderful
And as my mind fades from consciousness
I find myself content
I'm actually happy

Submitted: Monday, April 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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