The Tornado of Life

Heart never wants the right things

But the thought of wanting little never arises

Adding new face to same loneliness

Doesn’t really help to heal the old bruises


Wanting to describe a tornado inside

The tongue diverges and ends up with lies

Having last glance of myself in the mirror

I knotted my torn bits desperately in ties


It’s motivating to struggle for desired goal anyway

Without losing heart after so many tries

But you won’t have the chance to roll the dice of your life

Even when you are ready to pay every price

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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