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The days of my life like waves
strike the hull of a ship that is my being
Chaos the norm deep within
no escape from this life without meaning
Sharks swim about keenly spying
with preying cold eyes for my rudder to fail
Laughing delight from these demons
picking away at my thin veil
Hands clasped tight white knuckles
on a disintegrating wheel
Stay my course one more day,
chin up - ahead to the next deal
I look to the sky, plead and beg
and scream for relief in pain
To a God who can't hear - or won't,
(and still he commands me remain)
