Tag: Trials
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Will to Fight
Yes loneliness a lonely hunter And he’s calling me by name Not out of hunger But pity and shame… And the call is familiar Like that of a wading shore- No will to look back Or right for more… With royal purple shouting Amid inviting lights… Only the storm moves on With my will to…
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Survive
Sometimes you change At just the wrong time Everything held against you Existing is a crime. Sometimes you break Along with everything in the room Walls close in Sealed to your doom. Sometimes you stop And life keeps rolling by… Filled with hurt watching But lost is your cry. Sometimes you give up Because you’re…
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Future Temptress
It haunts me Telling jokes Playing games Little pokes Tap, tap, tap Always the same sound Opportunity knocking But can’t be found. Windows are covered The door without a knob The noise is loud Between these sobs. Temptation is lurking Don’t let it come in The temptress offers Fate stalls again
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Only a Fool
All in my head A hellish road No medicine that helps Or relief of load. Just time standing still While passing too quick… Reaching crossroads No direction to pick. Flirt with sanity Ignore the plea Control is for the fool What will be – will be.
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Faith
Peace is in the silence As night finishes it’s fall Hope is in the distance And so is losing it all. Steps in between Changing how everything fits An answer is the temptress The devil urging to quit. But then looking to the sky Reminded just like before You are the power I have to…
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An Ending
A storm was building- Until the final day… The fury was released On everything in its way. Trucks were stopped- And buildings were turned… No tools left to stop it- And people were burned. But the next day comes- And rebuilding will start… People will survive- By unseen strength in their heart. Don’t look back-…
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Missing…
Sometimes in life we are so caught up in a storm That we miss the blessing of it. Waiting for life to be easy When easy was never part of the plan. Every storm brings life. Every catastrophe brings inspiration. And yet there are time periods… Periods so many waste as though seconds didn’t matter.…
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