Random Chance
Random Chance ...I think not.....As....
This day has come
To face who We are
It is filled with sadness an
Will leave many a scar
Not a ounce of cheer
Soiled is this picture for
Those who will sneer
Who would have thought
This is how it would end
A tear so deep
There would be no mend
We watch and we wait
For this implosion to settle
Shattered glass determines our fate
Russian roulette
Everyone will will lose
Enough said
The End......
Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015
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