The Waves of Life
Location
Peaks of good and bad
Patterned patches of plaid
Life clenches us in its hands
We must pay for what life demands
For if we do not
LIfe will leave us out to rot
It can loosen its hold
Or suffocate us cold
We must cope with the wave
We shall not become its slave
Mentally some may not survive
Like male drones in a bee hive
However, some will rise
Unfazed by life's white lies
I will beat this
I will deny depression's kiss
I will learn
Now life it is m y turn
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