Quiet Desperation

Quiet Desperation

 

Most live out their lives in quiet desperation

the perpetual victims of human frustration

We clamour for joy and fulfilment

always seeking for some kind of contentment

 

We chase rainbows and the unobtainable

only to be left with what is on our table

We hanker for love and eternal bliss

but the most we have is a mere kiss

 

The grass is always greener on the other side

but in reality it is hardly worth the ride

To be satisfied and at peace lies in our soul

and this revelation should be our only goal

◄ The River of Babylon

The Edge of Emptiness ►

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Ghazala lari

Wed 16th Nov 2022 11:28

This poem reflects our internal strife exactly as it is.

It takes a lot of trials and errors to grasp the wisdom told in your poem.

The only aim should be peace, first within which will in time flow outside as well.

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