I cannot find peace-
It is nowhere in this world.
Silence does not exist, and
My soul is ever in turmoil.
My mind races with a hundred thoughts,
Never at rest, never ceasing.
There is no calm within me.
I am tired-
Tired of not knowing, tired of wondering.
I am weary
Of this life and its emptiness.
Is Solitude a blessing or a curse?
Questions arise-of God, Life, Eternity,
But I receive no answers.
Has God given me the ability to think
Or to be tortured with things unanswered?
My soul is an ocean, turbulent and deep.
Under a sometimes tranquil surface
There are tides, pulling and pushing.
Back and forth, waves roll and crash-
Never ceasing, stirring up grains of sand
Into a swirling haze.
It's so hard to see clearly at times-
All that is left to do is hope
That peace will come, to settle
The haze of reckless thought.