Why is life so rough.
Why is it such a challenge.
Why is life,
A manipulative beast from hell.
Too many variables.
Too much wrong.
Too much to worry about.
Too much to dread.
Too much gets taken away from you.
Just like that.
A blink of an eye.
A flash of lightning.
A millisecond.
A snap of the fingers.
A single adrenaline fuelled heartbeat.
A crack of a whip.
It can all be gone.
I think that it's okay.
Sometimes.
I get to stable ground.
And I can enjoy life.
And I feel I can make it.
I gain a burst of optimism surging through me.
It's great.
But then the ground shakes.
And throws me off.
All the way off.
All
The
Way
Off
It's an endless hurricane.
You're always in it.
But sometimes.
You're in the eye of the hurricane.
It's quiet.
It's peaceful.
You think the storm is over.
But it always returns.
It always come back.
Come back.
So quickly.
It's paranoia.
Knowing it can never get better
From the stability now.
A mountainous journey.
And the mountains are so small.
And the valleys are so deep
So so so
very very very
deep.
Deep.
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The Sun Alone (3)
Poetry"So much to say, so few words that let me say it" ... Poetry for dark days. Sometimes it's necessary to wallow in your sorrows and in the deep dark shades of black. But the colours change. And you'll soon see the bigger picture, the fine details an...
