Be still

Be still,
yes, just be quiet for a bit,
and let the silence sink in,
and let the bombacity of life disappear as fast as you can from your mind,
and to the pressures of life do not give in,
but take time to do nothing and just exist,
just exist,
and live in the solititude,
and let the clarity bring fortitude and renewal,
and relax,
and stop your mind from racing around as if your life depended on it,
yes, for a bit,
let there be peace,
and let there be calm,
and let there be tranquility,
and free yourself of those overwhelming thoughts that invade your brain mostly without a pause,
and that disturb your heart and your mind at an alarming rate,
and that leave you with a discombobulated brain in a painful refrain that without peace and quiet,
leaves you worn at the edges and fraught,
yes, be still,
and sit,
and listen.
Yes, just be quiet for a bit,
and let the silence sink in,
and wear a smile upon your face,
far away from the world that pressures you everyday,
and that leaves you in the mire of lifes miseries,
and that leaves you traumatised and far too often with tears in your eyes,
and that leaves you filled with regret,
and that leaves you feeling that life is worthless mostly,
and of your time feeling it is such a waste,
a waste of time that far too often you cannot forget.

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Hello, I am Ben Robinson, a poet, my first book of poetry Alas the day was written in Dorset, in the United Kingdom.

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