Adoring My Quiet Place
The outside world is such a noisy place. The competition from others seems insurmountable. I have to live my life there with regimentation and humility. It seems like people easily forget the meanings of peace and tranquility. Sometimes it gets so bad, I just want to abscond and leave it all.
I have to escape to my life of solitude. Here, I can live my life in quiet and peace. There’s none of that outside hostility in here. I live my life normally without all the distractions in my quiet place. At least for a little while, I can enjoy myself here.
My quiet place is one l love.
Here, I can be myself.
Nobody to disturb my peace.
My troubles on the shelf.
Outside is such a noisy place.
A tough environment.
Inside, I live my life at ease.
I’m full of contentment.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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