Where peace abound

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By Charlie Ann •

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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April 19, 2007 03:52Angel of Music

Great poem, very unique and interesting!

June 13, 2008 04:18Craney

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