Quiet Hours Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Until those quiet hours come,
Before dawn and midnight passes.
Peace to know it as it is to last,
Will be kept as a wish.
To be forgotten to keep,
Existing conflicts more the reality.
The moment the Sun,
Appears on the horizon to shine.
Unable to leave a carried baggage behind.

Until those quiet hours come,
As if awaiting for them done to stay...
Everyday with this commitment meant.
Few prepare for that new dawn that begins,
To end yesterday's confusion.
And others dismiss the quietness,
With frowns accepting an expectation...
There will be 'something' by someone done,
That welcomes their readiness to be abused.