Silence In My Soul
I was wrong, terribly wrong.
I carried within me
memories of happenings
and rumours of fresh happenings,
that I soon realised
I'll never find peace until
In some profound eternity,
I can silence my soul.
Easier said than done.
For the mind continues delving
into the mysterious story of my life.
Grey clouds overhead
race each other,
threatening thunder.
What strange chemicals do they hide?
I hear the lovely finches twittering.
Are they near extinction?
A hunter's shot: some uselessly die.
I see fields covered with clover.
Do farmers use strange chemicals
to get a better crop? Do animals
who feed on the harvest
contaminate their innards,
so that we eat polluted food?
So my thoughts rumble on,
despite the silence all around.
Why can't I have silence in my soul?
FICTION
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2023
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