by Jhahbriel C. E. Moore Sr.

Deep inside of pain,
Happiness is suffering.
I canít suppress the anger
Buried in my loneliness.

You see, there is a light at
The end of all drama.
For he who walks the righteous
Path finds peace and serenity.

I canít understand the joy
In being alone.
But I do, however comprehend
The comfort of quiet.

Peace comes in every morning,
By dusk, the madness has already
Been and gone.

To feel, to want, to surrender,
Is what it is

Quiet...Can you hear it??

Quiet by Jhahbriel C. E. Moore Sr.

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