Posted in Poetry

Peaceful death

Peace can only come
Within the dirt
When the silent ground
Wraps you up
Your only mother
There
You can feel the warmth of quiet and love
And say goodbye to salty tears
Hatred
Myself
But not quite
My life,
I thought I thought
Where is my silence?
Mother mother
Where is my peace?
Mother mother
Only in the ground.

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Life is a strange state of being, if you could even call it that. It's honestly quite a bit larger than I expected. I am not very good at introductions, so I suppose I will start with a generic hello. I am Mi_Chan, or, at least, that is one of the many names the people closest to me call me by. I created this website back in high school for a creative writing class, and have found it to be a good place to store away my thoughts. I enjoy writing poetry and short stories, and am currently working on a novel.

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