Silently…it dies…

  A loophole…peace…hope to gain… A place to hide…to escape the pain? Yes, this has happened…and that has too… Regret…of all these things I do. Where is this place…of which I search? Standing…bleeding…covered in dirt, My face ashamed…I am a disgrace. I guess this loophole…an imagined place….? I look…your eyes…and find it not there… Just…