inner peace —> outer peace

the nights
by the lake
that i thought
would soothe
this heart

the days
of quiet contemplation
lost
to mindless
drivel

ideas
that cannot be
erased
because permanent ink
is just that

bleeding
through a thin veneer
and soaking my skin
with firewater,
100 proof

there is
nothing
but cold wind
and blank stares,
hidden hate

inner turmoil
that crashes
and churns,
but never resolves,
never lets go

there is no release,
yet still i fight,
for without this struggle
these walls will stand solid
and i will wither