Peace does not come.
It is in the distance.
Over the next hurdle,
never out of reach
but never within my grasp
friends family success
none of these pieces complete the puzzle
things go my way but it's never enough
I think I try
but I don't -why?
The world doesn't owe me anything.
I thought it did.
Sometimes I still do.
Peace does not come.
But I will not run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem