Perfect Storm
I hate the way I'm willing to
Accept another life
With all the sense within the view
It causes me such strife
To realize this life is gone
And nothing to be done
The promise of a newer dawn
Cannot reveal the sun
The winsome way I've navigated
Saved my very soul
But tapestry that I've created
Never made me whole
Only love in any form
Can justify the wait
I exist in perfect storm
That rattles through my state
