Poem: Cease

Cease

Drumming my fingers to the sound of rain,
Wondering what my next step will be.
Uncertainty clouding my mind,
Sometimes to thick to see.
Suspected outcomes laid out like paths,
Which one should I take?
Sleepless nights filled with intense thought
on decisions I must make.
Chanting your words,
Thinking of you immediately puts me at ease.
Knowing the hour will arrive
When all troubles will cease.

Ceasing to exist in the minds of man,
Struggle will be a forgotten thing.
Ceasing to live in the hearts of man,
Pain will be a bad dream.
Ceasing to penetrate the body of man,
Negativity will be a banished theme.
Chanting your words,
Thinking of you immediately puts me at ease.
Knowing the hour will arrive
When all troubles will cease.

Dana

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