Seeking Silence 🥲

Peace and serenity shall suffice as her goal

Yet tranquility is troubled where her hush is awol

Oh but the hours of the darkness  drives her up the wall..

So she hunts thru her head for that on and off switch

But where tinnitus treads timelessness life is a bitch

Whilst this wizen woman wishes that she was a Witch

To tie her lose ends up and sew them in a stitch..

That tinny ticking within those wee small hours

Befuddles her brain as it scratches and scours

Even her own heartbeat is pulsing with powers