Torn Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Like the wind in the leaves,
Is my voice to myself;
Full of whispering weaves,
Full of lonesome receives.
I have tried in my life,
To find a goal and a start;
But it seems they don't arrive,
I haven't tried my best part.
Darkness comes darkness goes,
Life is emptiness in here;
What in life seems to glow,
Shall be rustic through the years.
All I need is some peace,
Find my road from the darkness;
Leave the silences behind,
Start again out fresh.
But fate turning ways,
Is controlling this all;
There are beautiful days,
Take a stand take a fall.
Push your luck through the air,
Like wind in the leaves;
Make a difference in the world,
Break away from your conceives.