Searched for quiet a soul subdued
in the environ that boomed and blared
With the cluttered chatter, and howl and batter
Seated in turmoil was I.
Receded not much later
did I to a recline secluded
Within the confines of my settlement
slept, lived and worked I.
But the stillness caused to creep in
lassitude, malaise, reluctance and misery
And I wept sullen and saddened
at the inability of self to have self involved.
Now separate from either sit I
in the confines of my metaphysical reality
And wonder if there’s a place of solace
silent, solemn, yet active and enrapturing.