Quiet Life

I lead a quiet life.
A stranger to the world of love.
It's been that way my whole life through.
I'm not quite sure just what to do.
All the time I think of you.
This quiet exsistence can be bliss.
There's always something though that seems amiss.
Knocks me over like a fist.
I only need this one last piece.
To make my life feel most complete.
Finding it though is quite a feate.
I just can't seem to get the beat.
So far all I've gotten is self defeat.
Though I keep the fight through every slight.
Never crying even in the lonley nights.
So tell me now, if you think you shall.
Help me end this depressing hell.
This pain and fear we'll finally quell.
Happily living in our own quaint tale.

poem by Michael McParland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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