Caught the Wind
I've been wrung through a swirling despair
Clutching my head, tearing at hair
Facing mounting problems, with a soulless stare
Awaiting that trumpets summoning blare.
There's many ways to pull yourself through
Please wont you consider one or two?
Before it all becomes too much for you
The winds will subside, sky will return to blue!
I now sail through life upon a breeze
A carefree manner, so at ease
Simples tastes, easy to please
The calm eye of the storm, amidst the debris!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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