Poetry About Peace i Feel At Ease

I gaze and gaze the words ablaze beyond the daze in so many ways what happened these days? It can be told in many ways but because the words oft go up in flames like coal, they turn black like a shipwreck ships burn, their bodies turn black black as through and through burnt wood I gaze and gaze the words are gone they are still ablaze sure the words shall never come back I've said it and told it about old gold in poetry not a single word was found back only smoldering coals I gaze and gaze these days words lost in burnt wood but as you can see I am as happiest as can be the burnt words became as black as the smoldering coals no words to see only black smoldering coals it must be poetry what is poetry sans words? no regrets, you see? those words have become black through and through I am happiest as can be those words can only form war those words can never form peace war in heart and soul does not suit me I feel at true ease when poetry contains peace