Peace – The Stories In Between

False Beasts

A want for destruction Held by A lack of faith In the oneself Wrapped in your Pious hope Choking on Identity indignation And the suffering

I sat at the edge of something, contemplating anything. Like so many times before, I try to look up, but could only stare down into

I don’t recognize Any of this But it’s not so bad Just different There’s something Comforting About the end -Or so it seems

So much dropped Along the way Dreams Too heavy to carry Weigh us down In every attempt To move forward Till one day We wake

Sprawled out on a dirty floor I stare up at the ceiling fan Feel the forced air The gentle hum of the motor Perfectly balanced