Sometimes my mind wanders
to that tranquil place of peace,
where only the good ones get to go,
like my darling Brother Reece.
I think it mght be quiet
with no worry, no grief
and the only problem that occurs
is your stay cannot be brief.
Yes, if I could go for just a while,
and find some time to breathe.
I think I'd find that "better place"
no anger left to seethe.
For as I walk upon this world,
with every step I take,
I leave behind a tragic mess.
Destruction in my wake.
Decisions, choices, worry, strife!
For just a break my life I'd trade.
But my Angels with me I cannot take.
One decision that shall not be made.
YOU ARE READING
A dark day.
PoetryThose days. when you think you just might be able to quit yourself. Never having the absence of conscience to do it. Enveloped in sadness and hopelessness.
