For peace is all I seek
I am no God to be miraculous
I am fake, just a fake.
A lost soul;
Not poor,just a worried freak
Peace is one piece I miss
To correct all these mistakes.
For my body can not hold mountains
My true self lies behind the curtains
The wind becomes a mess
The air gets rare then my lungs finesse
There;the inner peace becomes a curse.
Where lacks peace
Even charms can not floss
That's not a place
Where dark has a face
The heart can not control the pace
Death resides,
For that sake;
We need peace to embrace
and struggles to chase.
Where lacks peace
Home is not a house
A man is not a spouse
A voice becomes a bass
Where holds peace, not in pieces
Love songs never stops
Till in the morning
Where none is crying
That a place worth living.
YOU ARE READING
a child of wars
PoetryA story for all women around the world. Who are struggling through wars. By wars i mean like family conflicts, Divorces, sickness and all that.
