PEACE IN PAIN

Free-spiritual journey.

The noise
Ears cry out in pain
Speaking is a privilege, talking is a choice
Eyes don’t see but the mirror, shame and blame

Night falls as the Sun reach down
The noise grows as eyes drown
A search for help is needed
As he is drawn back into the garden of eden

As the noise fades, the tunnel ends
All become bees or ants
Thoughts are gone, for now I guess
Warned I was, for a woman in a black dress