From the first day born,
I new no wrong,
Until I came upon a storm,
A storm of lies,
A storm of distrust,
A storm of favoritism,
A storm of injustice.
From the first day born,
I new no wrong,
Until I came upon a storm.
A storm of no mercy,
A storm of poverty,
A storm of starvation,
A storm of greed.
From the first day born,
I new no wrong,
Until I came upon a storm.
A storm of alcoholism,
A storm of street drugs,
A storm of prescription drugs,.
A storm of rehabs.
From the first day born,
I new no wrong,
Until I came upon a storm.
Life goes on....
From the first day born. E
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Really provocative poetry! I can't even imagine all the meanings others will also receive from reading this poem. Putting "storm" into the mix is right on. Glad your back!
ReplyDeleteHello E. I'm thinking of you and hold you and your family in my prayers. After the storm has passed we will remember what God said in our time of confusion and recognise his voice in the storm for that is when he speaks the loudest but we hear the least. Look forward to the stillness after the wind has died down and calmness descends once again allowing us to reflect in peace. God bless you my dear friend.
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