Peace he wants
All he needs
To find himself
From anger flee
Away from lies
Distrustful words
Hooded eyes
Away he needs
Solitude a prize
He seeks to find
Far away
Clear skies
No clutter
In his head
Emptying these
Words dead
A tent in the
Mountains ideal
By a loch or sea
With playful seals
A place to think
Somewhere to be
This damaged soul
Wants to fly free
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Posted in: Poetry
abichica
July 27, 2012
beautiful.. 😀
keep your youth forever
July 27, 2012
Such beauty, sadness and ultimately truth
Darren Greenidge
August 15, 2012
Thank you so much for your support and words. Sorry about the late reply. Life got in the way of my writing. Thank you again. Bless you all.