NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

No Peace Yet

Full moon high above this early morn’

As many mill about to celebrate today

But I am not here for them though torn

But peace is what I seek by the way.

However with a ding of the phone

The calm once again alludes me

And now I must turn back home

It is an endless cycle of work you see

That one day will lead me to my tomb.

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