A place
I need a place to hide away
a place of thought to pass the day
my mind has battled far too long
and now seeks refuge amid morning’s song.
The guns of war still rage inside
I so need this place I can go and hide
far from the anger that tears me apart
free from the pain that breaks my heart.
Where hills and valleys roll away
a place of calm, a place to stay
where I would be free to sleep beneath a million stars
and not fear the morrow and all of it’s scars.
this is my second attempt at this poem
after valued critique.