A Quiet Grove

Normally whenever someone says that you just need to “get away from it all,” they refer to a vacation.  For those of us without the time to really go on a vacation, we have to find some free time to let go.  This poem is a little on that subject.

A quiet grove
I woke upon the fields
not so long ago.
Lying serenely
in this place I know.
I gaze upon the trees,
old friends that have grown,
they bring back the life in me
and memories I’d disowned.
Memories of flames,
burning inside
and the numbing pain
that wouldn’t subside
My refuge here,
this palace of peace,
with silence so near
but the noise won’t cease.

I’m a world away from this place.

Published by: cynicalwordsmith

I am, by no means, a professional writer. I have no dreams of becoming such. I just enjoy writing in my very sparse free time, both poetry and short stories. If you enjoy any of my works in particular, feel free to tell me. I always enjoy the feedback.

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