On Peace
What reason for peace to be, so elusive
of discovery?
Amid the deafening cadence of change
tracks of timeless wanderings
lead unto remote beginnings
through the darker side of life.
Undaunted,
yet we travel, in lustful urgency
to find the place where Peace abides...
the place we thought to be.
Our failure to achieve
that tranquil symmetry
crystalizes our sense of futility,
despair, and doubt.
Mirrored in hurt filled silences
our vengeful souls cry out.
Never heard above the din
of irony's laughter
Why must this mystical concept remain
so much sought after?
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