Her Peace.
By TheCreepIngCrow
Her heart beats slow
as days
go by.
She passes through people indifferently
as indifferently as you swatting a fly.
Her
mind wanders through the white walls of her brain
as the echoes of the voices keep her sane.
She
feels numb with what the pain pills offer
as she feels the intriguing relief of plain.
Is this right?
Am I leading
a good life?
Her mind blows these questions away like dead leaves
in the wind.
She doesn't worry with the pain pills zen.
Her beautiful peace offerers to keep her high
She smiles as she
lay in her bed, as she stares at her empty ceiling.
She lets out a
sigh.
And oh, finally.
Finally, she flies.
Comments on "Her Peace."
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On Friday, December 9, 2011, haunted
(837) wrote:
sounds like meditation works better than medication. beautiful writing!
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On Friday, December 9, 2011, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Hey C.C. - check out my "First Fruit Falling From the Tree" I re-posted last week - something on the same subject. Good luck with this monkey, thanks.