Title: Peace

Who is to say,
That world peace is an advantage
Over sorrow, or hatred.
I find sadness an admirable quality,
To be taken in to the abyss
Of the soul.
Bitterness rather than happiness
Makes the world all the more delightable,
Where the darkness wrenches your heart,
until sweetness is produce as a result.
Of envy and jealousy,
Where the two rule side by side,
Is the result of today,
The competition, the mentality
and the definition of who’s the first.
Ask me again,
If world peace is worth achieving for,
A stale state of unendurable perfection
With a deadly silence, whose only achievement
Is an intolerable, unbearable madness.


From the inspiration of insomnia and the words of one who has never liked to read poetry or ever bothered to learn literature because it is boring.