Serenity

A poem

Alone, I sit there waiting
The bitter hate unrelating
Slowly consuming me

On the search for serenity

Why do I keep believing?
When all he does is deceiving
All these thoughts running through my mind
As he does it again, one more time

Is he really that blind?
Does he think I don't know?
His cruelty is so unkind

Still I return
Re opening those wounds
Inside I still yearn
Where is my peace of mind?

Where is this clarity
On my search for serenity
On this endless path of time?

Here he comes returning
I am not returning
No,not this time

I will follow it
The path that is still foreboding
On my search for serenity