I often wonder, upon waking
in the early hours of the morning
had I truly fallen? Or
was I simply dreaming?
What stirs this unrest deep inside
my weary mind? for the moment
I drift off to sleep, I find
myself grasping and panicking,
yearning to wake up.
Why?
I want to find that rest,
that bit of peace I have so longed for.
I fear that the key to my inner serenity
was stolen away the day you left New York.
Author notes
Where is the peace within my heart?
♥
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sadawfulsad. just makes you want to die. depression + your reading. just wow Lol, you do amazingly for wording emotion, like the ultimate poet!
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I really liked the poem. The only thing that confused me was: "I fear that the key to my inner piece" Shouldn't it be: "I fear that the key to my inner peace" at first I wasn't sure since "piece" would make some sense in the context you used it. But then when I read your author notes you said "Where is the peace within my heart?" That made me think you meant "peace" in the other line. Either way, great job on the poem and sorry for such a long comment.
-Steve-
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I feel the same hun for the serenity and color splashed on the awesome face of NY is a peace to me in my soul.. thank you so much for penning for me this is so well penned Hugs always Ange♥
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