Finding Peace And Stillness Within.

O there are many pathways to the grave: Via drugs or through other wild pursuits, Or violent means. There are some whose minds are wrecked, By imbibing obscure ideologies. There are others who cling to rusted idols: That are empty of feeling and meaning. Yet there are those who've learned to tap into An inner fortitude; a deep stillness At the heart of silence. They're far removed From the incessant roaring of the world. Sometimes, I am one of them, when my pen Pursues the silence of the morning light.