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.
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