Words and Peace
Glancing outside the window,
To the world shrouded in coal-black
Clouds that in the wind billow,
And my attention is brought back
To the delicate lines
Forming powerful words
Painting pictures in my mind.
Here is where I can find peace,
My wonderful isolation.
Here is where my worries cease,
A truly pleasant sensation.
And the delicate lines
Forming powerful words
Still paint pictures in my mind.
The words sprint off the pages,
Running their own races,
Presenting me gold ages-
Times much simpler than this.
My books give me solace;
The words give me a story,
A story that in bliss
I can delightfully read.