Peace, I Can't Find

Peace still eludes me, though my battles are through.
Fear, I find, still an inferno of ice.
Higher I soar, yet no wings have I
For my riches are hollow, emptiness I accrued.
Let not iron hold me, nor in rope be I bound
Buildings of mortar, imprison not my mind
Begat you, yon heathen, to die at my device,
Scream in the silence, ne'er making a sound.
Blind eyes, and with tongue tied, try I to explain
In good health thou willst find me, though wish I to die.
Crystal, my vision, through steely eyes, blind
Thrive I, in thy sorrow; wallow I, in mine pain
E'er I hate thee, vita and nex,
Peace still eludes me, no peace find I.

Reviews

[Kay]

This has a great narrative, almost fantasy-like. I imagined a ruler who had invested himself into winning wars for his kingdom - every part of life and priority went into this. After the battles came to an end, however, he was left cold and hollow inside. He had succeeded in the physical task but lost himself in the process. He is now unbound, untethered, wealthy, should be content according to what others would assume, but he is "tongue tied" when trying to explain why he feels so empty. Whatever the real life inspiration for this poem is, I could feel that sense of destitution. Well written!

[Brandon Taylor-Black]

Many thanks for your comments and for taking the time to read this piece. I'm glad you enjoyed it