Tumultuous times are all that I see,

This is my life, how can it be,

Where is the life that was intended for me?

Where did it go, when did it depart,

Destroying my hopes, wrenching out my heart,

Leaving my soul, floundering in the dark.

Is there a god or entity up there?

Someone who decides what’s equitable and fair,

Someone to accept you, someone to care.

Do I want this life that most hold dear,

The answers I seek are somewhat unclear,

For whom does the grim reaper call, it’s me, I fear.

-Margi C.

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