Placid

Time fleeting fast, an air so fresh brushes your face,

thoughts and dreams echo in spaces vast,

the serenity beating through this place.

A constant hum in the milieu, 

filled with words empty all the more.

Reason ceases to exist,

O’heart you’ve found your place. 

Purge.

And thus, you have been humiliated.
    Have you not hit the ground harder?
This is the end of of your tunnel.
Look forward, maybe you'll see the light.
      you've taken the storm,
braved the beating.
      Redemption will come.

Take A Minute

Stay still my heart.
You're been burnt, beaten and loved too many times.
You've been tricked, hurt and laughed at.
You fall too soon, you trip too hard.
You dream too far, you feel too soon.
It's never too late and it's not so lovely.
But, the road ahead is not so dark and dingy.
You make it what you seem.
Beat slow my heart, no need to feel a rush.