Peace of Silence

Why are things so complicated?

My mood swings like a pendulum
extreme right then left
Lost in my own world
lost in unknown thoughts
I am awake with closed eyes in a busy market crowd

I wanna go silent as the breeze
Still as water at some sea bed
In the darkness of silent space I now want to be

When will I get a chance to live my way
When will this mess be over
When will I get to go home
When will this another day be over

Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

When will this mess be over
When will I get to go home
When will this another day be over

I really enjoyed this poem. It made me think about how simple things could be in a perfect world. Nicely penned!
-QuanaWana