A Storm of Life
Life deals the cards,
While we figure out How to pick up the glass shards,
From A Storm Of Life.
Life Is Hard,
Its uncontrollable.
The Road is not broad,
And who ever said life was predictable?
The Storm Of life causes distance,
Yet it never fails for someone to resist,
But You can never out resist A Storm Of Life.
Feel The windows Of our soul as they rattle,
Hear The Thunder of our mind waves.
See The damage from A Storm of life and an inner battle,
Hence Why we are here picking up the pieces that can be considered blades.
So ends a description of A Storm Of Life,
And it always ends the same.....Victor doesn't bleed Neither does it have to train
For Who has a chance resisting the impact of A Storm Of Life.
Copyright © Ettie Christian-Bowling | Year Posted 2017
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