After my Sweet Moment of Hush
Is there no way out of the mind?
you would think a door or window would help?
sometimes it feels as if it will explode inside my head
some days I can hear my pulse
blood pumping, as mind rummages
I often wonder if I could possibly remove myself from it?
escape for a while?
every now and again?
just to be in a quiet place
within?
perhaps sitting in a meadow surrounded by pink tulips
sunshine and blue skies
silence and peace
birds singing in the oak tree
without my mind
and all it's hustle
I could certainly be spoilt
in luxury couldn't I?
but of course...
I'd most probably want it back
after my sweet moment of hush.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem