Seeking Serenity

Blazing hot coals heat my heart as red is the color of the day. I miss the TV, but not the constant invasion. I work to quell the feelings that bubble and boil. I put words on a page and I walk the way of the word. No one can see. I exist in a painful state, with bifocal heat my way every day. I come to a remote vicinity to think and listen to the medley of music. It sings to my heart, and my mind can be free. Maybe somewhere I will intersect with that which I have been unable to find, but I do pursue with due diligence. The sound of your voices are not conducive with the mechanical musings of the morning and the day that is pending. Maybe one day I will see a day of peace, true serenity.