The darkness of the room surrounds me,
As I sit quietly,
Listening to the empty sounds of nothingness,
I look around the vastness of the void,
My eyes drinking in the blinding lack of color,
Such sweet, sweet solitude,
I am not alone,
There is a presence of such magnitude.
An anxious calm takes over,
Releasing me from the carelessness,
Of an easy life,
Without any stress.
The human mind,
It craves work, a struggle,
And yet, we are blind,
To our need for all the pieces of life's puzzle,
Not realizing that a lack of strife,
Makes the human condition rife,
With pain and anger.
It's so simple,
Yet we complicate it.
Oh how I crave to sit in silence,
With that calming anxious presence.
About the Creator
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