So much to be said, read, and wailed
About pain, misery and anguish, yet i feel
There is much more to rejoice
In Serenity
Transient happiness comes and goes leaving
Holes where it punches into our hearts
Moving past the misery so loved and depression missed
The greatest anguish imagained contained so simply in
Four words
"This, Too, Shall Pass"
Bending ears with tales of angry looks and spiteful words
Lost it’s luster somewhere between the desert and mountains
Finding peace under the overpass with the music of passing trains and traffic
Thoughts of roads unwandered and virgin ears ready and willing to hear
These tales of Serenity made so much sweeter by the exhausted anguish my
Heart told to go to hell.
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