Why
A broken glass,
The unknown future,
Moments are lost
Such a haunting past.
Is it fate or luck?.....
Trying to win,
But still losing,
What the fudge
At the tipping point I’ve had enough
Of all the nonsense, it’s constant
The little things keep adding up.
Then in the blink of an eye,
The light of the world takes over the sky.
Darkness it fades.
And you left wondering why?
Copyright © Jerry Swana | Year Posted 2021
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