Peace Finder

• Acacia Endean
• Poetry
• 2009

run away before it's to late
i am almost at the gate
when this dreadful waste of time
has finally crossed the line

sitting down eating dinner
a plan
a sure winner

let him get them one by one
then finally my trap has sprung

he took the bait
this means i don't have to wait

any longer

does this mean i've found peace at last???