Blessed with peace,
On the brink of monotony.
Running from the havoc,
Running from the boredom,
When are we going to make up
Our minds,
Our passions,
The fire in our hearts?
Oh, wait! Is this smoke coming out
From our lips
Or is it a sigh,
A smile,
A smirk?
© soulmary, 2023
Another great poetry prompt from the Poetic Blooming site. Check it out, read some excellent pieces and dive in one of my favourite poetry communities.
Blessed Be!
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