Posted on Jul 26, 2012


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

Posted in: Poetry