"Go to your room", once punishment Is now a tranquil balm, A place of peace and solitude, Of relaxation, calm. A place away from others, Their restlessness and noise, Of silence, and serenity, Where 'solace', one enjoys. A time of soul reflection, To meditate or muse, Where peaceful comfort lingers, Where inner thoughts, infuse. Five minutes or a half hour, (The time, it WILL pass fast), Though benefits do linger It's usefulness, is vast.
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies