O how a comfort to exist in sleep
Lovely oblivion so many receive
But so few appreciate
O how true mercy is my friend
Hugged in the arms of weariness
A moment restored from anxiety
O what freedom brings these words
The language of my soul
O what merriment
To read my thoughts on page
Written by another hand in haste
To finish a statement,
To release the containment
O how painful to awake
To rush back to a world of hate,
Hate for greed, lies and disfigurement
And let go
Of this peacefulness
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
O how a comfort to exist in sleep
Lovely oblivion so many receive
But so few appreciate
O how true mercy is my friend
Hugged in the arms of weariness
A moment restored from anxiety
O what freedom brings these words
The language of my soul
O what merriment
To read my thoughts on page
Written by another hand in haste
To finish a statement,
To release the containment
O how painful to awake
To rush back to a world of hate,
Hate for greed, lies and disfigurement
And let go
Of this peacefulness
Formerly titled: "These are the things I love"
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