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Peace, a poem.

I’m looking for peace. Have you seen it?

We hear it most at a time perhaps most unfortunate – may you rest in peace, we say, as we send our loved ones off, may you rest in peace, we say.

So peace, you elusive angel of the rough, you morbid beast of our final destiny, you invisible torment of fear, what tricks do you play on the living then? What war you have made in man? What discomfort you have wrecked in my heart? Oh peace, you derange me.

Or are you peace, that quiet knight that rides through our dreams, casting fog towards light, illuminating hope within desire, and crafting weightless glory to the self? What peace, do you have in store for us? What peace, do you have in mind?

I have been looking for you peace, but you have stayed silent through many fights. I have willed you, and you have found no chair or rock to rest on. I have begged you, to offer a little calm. You have ravaged me with illusion, disappearance and qualms.

So, peace, where you have me by the throat, where peace, you have me by the heart. Where peace, you have me where you want. Now show yourself.

Where peace, you have me scathing. Where peace, you have me crying aloud. Where peace, you say you are fierce with compassion. Where peace then, do you devour me?

Peace, oh peace, I am looking for you.

But peace oh, I fear, you have won.