Realization

Peace has been ripped away from its suitor.
Was it ever meant to be?
I, the suitor, sit here alone.
Those days I spent with peace,
They seem so long ago.

The cruel punishment I now receive,
Is the absence of peace.
For a crime I did not commit,
A crime that does not exist.
Yet here I am, without peace.

It wasn't worth it, if you ask me,
To have peace for so long,
To know what life is like,
Co-existing with something as serene,
As beautiful as peace,
Only to have it snatched from my grasp.

I now live --sadly enlightened.
Knowing what the absence of peace feels like
Makes life before peace graced me,
Caressed me,
Loved me,
Seem oh so peaceful.