A poem about the surprising serenity found in the eye of the storm (or one’s own mind)
It blows by
in such fury
What’s the hurry
you asked me once
I cannot wait
I would reply
with so little time
to find my worth
But sitting here
amidst the frantic
I must admit
I feel strangely at peace
Only in true madness
can such thing happen
Only when…
A poem about the questions we ask ourselves and what truly matters
What would we do
if we never felt anything but alone
I’ve looked out over lands with many eyes
and with many leagues under the sea
and I still can’t find the answer
to whether we are alone
or whether I want to be
It’s a curious thing, human nature
the…
