A Distant Peace
Yearning longing to attain
Glimpses of that far away view,
this for now unattainable Nirvana,
blisses for the soul.
A hole in my pain drenched spirit
Deeper than mere sorrow
Pushes me to seek, strive for
More than my tomorrow of a fool’s gold.
Obliterate my senses, Lord
To this pale shadow of untrue existence,
Touch, taste, sight and smell
Of a world led, corrupted and careening
Toward pleasure and an end,
Oblivious to its vanity and true death.
