Thoughts crash hard like wicked waves.
Demons lurk, waiting to devour,
Like vermin feeding on life gone sour!
When weak we can become their slaves.
But then I think about why I’m here
Looking at life with such fear.
I’m an example
I am weak
My bed is soft,
My plate is full,
I don’t know struggle
But yet I still pull.
I want more.
I want to be fulfilled.
But I don’t know,
I’m privileged
So I will never know!