free verse, ponderings on peace |
Peace can mean a time without war Yet internally, peace means much more. I have all my basic needs met: Food, clothing, home, and yet~ Quickly arises a yearning for purpose In fact, in my mind is quite a fuss The inner drive seems stronger than life Without meaning and worth, the ensuing strife Drains me and draws me into a pit Of dense darkness, in which I sit. I observe others whose minds amaze me Clearly they share the world they’ve seen; Opinions and facts about people and places Their enthusiasm shows through on their faces. The world they describe is vibrant and full: Joys, horrors, beauty, and pain. They pull Me and elicit reactions ~ not observation. Sitting in stillness, is a battle which is hard to be won. As I listen to discourses between my friends, I think, “I am less than them and in the end, My mind doesn’t hunger for world news In fact, I care not to listen to political views. This is important in their estimation, But what influence do I have on the nation? My own little corner of daily doings Is mundane and humble without any bling. In contrast, their interests are broad, and important, it seems. If I could, I’d return to a time before this one Before cable and internet, TMI continually Perhaps I’d keep up if the news came in more slowly~ As it is, I am suffocated by the helplessness. |