Sometimes I wonder,
why this lifes been such a blunder,
why I've been hit with so much thunder.
Then there was the lightening,
which was even more frightening.
I've survived it all,
but I have a lot of thought recall.
It comes out in my writes,
replays in my dreams during nights.
I have a fear of spilling,
in my poems to much that is chilling.
I'm a product of a cold mean world,
it is very hard to shine as a pearl.
My only recourse is the future,
places I haven't visited in structure.
I can maybe restructure a life broken,
give it a future non choking.
Maybe I can use words of power,
to correct a life gone sour.