Making Sense

I need more time

For quiet,

For peace,

For nothing,

Without interruption

For hours on end

To find myself,

My soul,

My essence,

My joy.

The world has gone crazy

And I don’t know how to

Make it better.


7 thoughts on “Making Sense”

  1. The world is mad, and I awake every day to this madness, wondering just how it still exists? We are all mad in our own way, however the madness of this world, my hate for its violence, I wish I had answers, but I do not. So I sit here in madness and deep thought, praying away all the hate, hoping one day I will awake to a world truly happy once again.

    Great poetry! πŸ™‚

    Cheers! ^_^

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