Being Human

Poetry

Photo by Maria Badasian on Unsplash

Life and its living, brings me to my knees every time.
Still fighting to stay free and survive,
I walk the line between reckless and carefree.
The chaos of the day blows like a hurricane through my mind,
I close my eyes — and can’t tell what/if I’m dreaming.
This adventure is a wild one, like running with wolves
and falling into you — a tainted romance with intentions that are cruel.
The struggle seems endless,
empty pockets…