The Peace of My Mind

Thinking of the wind and the felling it leaves,
It breathes on my face like my  lost teardrops,
And that's what come to mind
Never ending thoughts that keep my mind restless,
Seeking answers from my tormented past,
And it sticks and holds and flow slow like cold molasses coating my mind
How can I calm the raging tempest of the rough seas that tosses my focus like a rubber raft,
Only to be swallowed by my the unforgivable rage that seeking a path of the least resistance, so the havoc and chaos can run it course and find order as thoughts that are trying to be birthed to bring a new spark of light in the pepetual total blackness of his darkest parts of myind and heart.
Peace is an illusion if you can never be allowed to go through the whole process of the rough seas and darkest times of thought, when they have no outlet but to stay enraged by the things that steals and robs the mind of that peace that is sought.
From dark comes light and it get dark again and the process proceed untill you can sing I the darkest night and blow kisses to the universe that show you the path of peace through the starlit night