Sunday, April 9, 2006:

This peace is not

Quiet, is not

Still

This peace

Screams and

Bellows

In the face of the weak

I've this once

Found rest and solitude

Yet for them,

I am gone

This sweet bliss

Of nothingness

Is not felt by them

But by me

Who has

Caused them

The pain of

Loss

Do they know

Why I did

What I did?

Do they care?

Or are they

All consumed with

Guilt and pain?

Their loss is

My gain

Their misery

The cost of

My peace

Their solemn moments

Before my opened

Box

They'll wait

And mourn

But I am free

I will remember

And smile when

They let go

Of their pain

I was not selfish

In what I did

But I did what

I believed

Was just