Peace Is Not What I Crave Anymore!

The streets, this time, are all well lit

The laughter echoes all around

What once was dream has turned to be true;

Yet all it feels is cold and gore

The whispers in the ears are gone

All glittering showers are open show

The red was once a demon for soul

It now is part you cannot ignore

It used to sting, does not anymore

They were there once, always in sight

Now I don’t see them and its fine

A ball is curved and in the hand

Its touch leaves scars yet it has to stay

The writings on the wall are long gone

But its marks are there to stay for sure

While it is what I want all the time,

Peace is not what I crave for anymore!

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I think that while we look for peace and want it all the time, it is not what we crave for. I hate how our brain doesn’t let us rest. Because we have been exposed to messy situations and unrest heartbeat for such a long time that when there’s a moment of calm and silence around we don’t feel at home, at peace at all! Yet we wish for all that to end when we’re back to being exposed to that mess…….