Paradise, is here

Beneath the twinkling starlit sky,
At peace, here I lie.
Relishing the quiet,
And the stillness of the night.

 

Many a time I have spent here,
Lost in my thoughts and memories dear,
Here’s where I come to rest,
When Life seems gloomy and a test.

 

Here, all the labor and toil of the day,
Seems inconsequential and far away.
Here is where I can reflect,
On my time here and what I have left.

 

Thoughts flit. Does life have a purpose?
Is there is more to it than this maddening circus.
Will my actions and impact be felt,
On others, long after I have left.

 

What will be my legacy?
What will be there for others to see?
What’s left to inspect, examine, discuss,
Does it matter? Will it mean much?

 

I will leave that unraveling to others.
Now here, not a thought crosses my mind, dear readers.
I have not and will not worry
Or spend time being sorry.

 

Walking back through the woods behind my home
Those woods where I frequently roam,
The fallen leaves crackle, as I return,
Unburdened, with nary a concern.

 

I watch as the east takes a rosy hue,
The grass underfoot is wet with the morning dew,
I know today is going to be a beautiful day.
It is going to be a beautiful day.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741