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