Love is a Weapon

Peace

By Bud Koenemund

I fear my mind will never be at peace.

Denied solace – some rest to cast aside

Burdens – I stalk the unrelenting beast

Within, while pain breeds thoughts unsanctified

By reason. Truth becomes ethereal –

For even intellect strains sanity –

When reality seems a betrayal

Of being as I bear life’s misery;

An indifference leaving the soul hollow.

Time possesses no power to assuage

Those malignant fiends who lurk in shadow,

Sowing madness which intensifies rage.

   This maelstrom’s fury has obscured the light,

   Shrouding spirit in an abyss of night.