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The Place of Peace

In death there is peace.

In life there is pain.

To give up life

Is to freedom gain.

 

Free from my mind,

So dark and cold.

Free to let go,

To unleash the hold.

 

The hold of living

Which grips my chest,

Fights within me.

I need to rest.

 

To rest forever;

The stillness around.

Nothing to wake me,

While I’m underground.

 

-Celéste