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Peace in the Dark

Where did I find peace?
Did I find it in the warm walls,
Away from the sting of the cold,
Under the blankets and next to the fire?

Did I find it in reprieve from thorns?
In the four walls of brick,
Where the shadows were kept outside
Away from my delicate flesh?

Did I find it where I was freed from worry?
Where the gold was plentiful
Where food was on my table
And the wine wasn’t cheap?

I searched and I searched
But peace was not there.

I found peace away from the warm walls
Away from the bricks and deep in the shadow.
Worried and gnawing and scratching and clawing,
Peace was buried in the ash and the dirt.

Peace in a land where men wanted me dead,
But a few around me would not have it.
And peace most profound
When my life was offered upward.

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Mason
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Mason

Chills – enough said.

JoniS
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JoniS

Funny (odd not haha) how one can find peace in chaos, but when left alone with thoughts it proves to be harder if not impossible. One would think it would be the exact opposite. Very thought provoking piece, Luke.

georgehand
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Yeah Luke,
that’s a thing I have best left no longer trying to explain.
geo

Mic-Mac
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Mic-Mac

Luke,
I read this twice last night, this morning and again just now. To me poetry is the most personal form of self-expression. It doesn’t come to me instantly, I need to let my mind and heart interpret the authors meaning, which is difficult until you get to know the author through his/her writing. Your poetry is beginning to give me visions, both darkness and brightness, if that makes sense.

rynobucket
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Wow! Legit.

Cheezewiz
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Cheezewiz

Well articulated. I can relate to the feeling- combat and prior to a jump have been the only time I felt the euphoric serenity…

homanj1
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Luke-Many years from now you will remember those times, but you will find peace elsewhere.

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