At peace

In my head it's quiet but loud because the voices and thoughts are existent and inexistent persistent they keep ramming on the door 
 
My peace is what their coming for 
endurance and patience is what keeps my steady mind music and poetry calms me Everytime 
 
Line by line letter next to letter the beautiful essence of my emotions and thoughts put into sentences that form a beautiful poem 
 
Captured in something that can be passed down in history lessons that can be left for the ones that come after my last breathing days 
 
But for now that won't be the case I got poems for days I got Time to expand my vocabulary time I got for the rest of my life time click is the noise of my stopwatch time it runs till the day I die.