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Peace By James Harris

The storm comes when we feel weak, The lion strikes when his prey mourns. Peace is desired, Solace is need, Sometimes it’s never given, the need is forgotten. The fight for silence in a war of noise, The promise for a better day is overlooked. An unbroken dream is seen, But the dreamer is shattered like glass. Always in hope for a moment of dead silence, Comes those who make noise and cause strife. Unknowing of their doings, they feel they’re right. But In a grand scheme come very much wrong. The best storms leave a home untouched, The greatest battles are fought with no casualties. But the storm I endured left me with a great casualty. And a greater damage to my home.

Requiem for the End By James Harris (Dedicated to my late Father) Still, the air is still, motionless. Faint, the sound around me is faint. Broken, in an instant my heart is in pieces. Meaningless, it feels most of all I do now has no more use without inspi - ration. Dark, is all I see when I sleep after what I’ve heard. Comfort, I hope to feel comfort in knowing there will be no more pain. Peace, I feel peace after the storm has passed and the tears like rivers have flowed away. Owari, the end. No, not the end, but a beginning to new perspective and a new chapter. Let’s read.

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