I desire calmness
Let calmness be mine
The blood spilled
From my brush
It drops
I desire silence
Let silence be mine
The river flows
Through my eyes
It trickles
I desire emotions
Let emotions be mine
The passions soar
From my heart
They flee
I desire contentment
Let contentment be mine
The soul consents
From my body
It departs
The poem’s good, but I wonder from where does this pain, sorrow, resentment comes from?
The creation’s good!
Cheers