We take our lives for granted
when there is only one
one day after the next
and after that, and so on
live today like it is your last
tomorrow’s bullets can hit fast
we are here as mortal souls
yet we live our lives out of control
existence is crumbling in a sinkhole
quick sand is now quality control
Enemies jumped out of the screams
watching them as I dream
what does all of this mean?
Don’t let reminiscing, hijack your wings
Don’t take other lives for assumption
for they live in a different dungeon
everyone has their own eruptions
be there for them, when in destruction
-h.b. Woods
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H.b. Woods
I am a mental health warrior; I battle it daily. I’m a mom to 5, a wife, a daughter, and a friend. Some of my poems are brutal as my ‘journey’ continues. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.
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