“ Looking ” ~ for serenity ~

 

Looking

For reasons,

Not to suppose,

That by and by

I’ll not dispose,

For me to abide

As I want compose…

 

Looking

At thoughts,

That questions

The soul,

Shadowed in doubt

Yet passing for whole,

When worth I gave

May have dried out,

Hence less than brave

I’ve agonized about,

A premature bide  

In fates grave reside…

 

Looking

To find serenity,

That shan’t confine,

To narrowed time!

 

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“ Looking For Place ” ~ to hide ~

 

Looking for place

To hide,

One that’s as long

As wide,

A place for feelings

Yet rigidly raw,

In state that needs

A while to thaw,

As one so pleads

No longer can bear

Made hide ones fare…

 

So to survive

We have to find

A mind alive,

Who has little time

Left to realize

We’re near empty

On a road scarce alive,

So choked and dried

Be hard to find place,

We no longer need hide!