Where peace abound, by Charlie Ann
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Late at night or early morning
I do not head the clock’s warning
Awake I am with stirring thoughts
At time when all ought be sleeping
Awake I’m kept by thoughts creeping
Wonderings and ponderings wander
To where rest is never found
Yet search I do for where peace abound
Thoughts like spider webs in corner setting
To be swept away yet continue collecting
One leading to another
And another stirring several more
Till my head with thoughts is raging
Deafening with a mighty roar
To only dull the noise and then
Possible to hear the answers come in
Through the door I have not found
Leading to where peace abound
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Posted: 2005-02-17 04:17:42 UTC |
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2007-04-19 03:52:07 | Angel of Music |
Great poem, very unique and interesting! |
2008-06-13 04:18:38 | Craney |
Questions and thoughts are flowing without control. I used to experience this on my own. So great that I am not alone after all... Wonserful poem could be beautiful song |