Hi stranger.

Hi Stranger.

A long time ago, I knew peace.

Now I can’t find it, it’s strange.

It hurts like the death of my niece.

Is it free-living, or locked up in a cage?

Show me where it is, I’m on my knees.

Even if I have to give something in return, an exchange.

I would sacrifice anything to not feel like this.

Am I a fool?

Peace isn’t far from me but I can’t see it.

Peace lives in me but I can’t feel it.

I told you I was okay, I didn’t mean it.

Please talk to me, I need it.

What is peace?

Does it have a number I can call?

Is it an item at the mall?

Is it the rain that falls?

Maybe it’s a painting on the wall.

I hope I’ll be able to keep it when I find it.

Just for a little longer, I miss it.

If peace is Strength, then I might give up.

If Peace is death, I hope I go to sleep and never wake up.

Well, Stranger.

You don’t have answers for me but;

I hope you’ve found peace.

If you’re still searching, I hope you find it before me.

-Dee.