The storm
Hours comes and goes in ticking
Bringing with it wounds that need licking.
Drenched in cold sweat of struggles,
Though hard we tried, but in every corner lingers troubles,
That lead to the overcoming of the
Storm.
Our past haunt us, in our sleep
Making the pit go on, seemingly so deep.
But all that is done, comes down in a slide,
All we can do is join in the jolly ride.
Even as we sat and cried.
We just need to overcome the...
Storm.
The test is neigh.
We stare at the one up high,
Seeking his face in glory,
Holding our hands up in folly.
Nonetheless, each day comes with its thorns,
Only he can help tackle the bull by its horns.
So we can overcome the test of the
Storm.
(c) Tsobaza 151004
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Reminiscing's of a Renegade
PoetryThoughtful lines written by a struggling young man. Etched in some form of Amateurish poetry for those who care to read.