Viewing the Elements from an Unstable Angle

Scorched my buns rising too close to the sun
Bumped my head on a passing cloud of dust
Rusted my armor too long in the rain
Taxed my brain playing a witty game

Took chances, left with more questions than answers
Recovered my senses, rejecting pretenses
A devil in cunning disguise is still visible

Peace & enlightenment can be met
with acceptance of the cold hard fact
life is a gamble at best
Here comes the Judge
to pass sentence on the masses

It is with a sense of belonging
I meet each day renewed by sleep

Back in the day, I’d drink myself into a stupor
as the evenings passed quickly by
played like a sad scene from a moving picture-show

Now, it is with watchful concern for the living
I turn my gaze toward the uncertain future

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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