Thor's p.o.v
An empty chair at the dinner table,
a falling star, the heart behind every troubled
mind and unwanted war. A crown of thorns
instead of gray hair, freewill is both a gift and a
curse. Standing on the edge of despair, life is
absolutely not fair. All of the air has now left the
atmosphere. Gone without a trace, grace is done
pretending for good this time around. Weighed
down by karma and uncertainty, reality bites
where it hurts the most. Distant, serenity remains
far away. Lost and hopeless, plagued by stress,
where is common sense in all of this hot mess?
Chasing after pipe dreams, its such a shame.
December bliss, the bittersweet truth, one huge
burdensome blessing. Standing on the edge of
despair, its game over or maybe not. Be still
and quiet, don't try to repair this broken jar
so called aquarium. Be still and quiet, just
let the tears flow. The sunrise promises paradise
will come sooner rather than later. Laughter puts a smile
back on my face and I feel strong once again. My Longsuffering
was worth it in the end because my faith experienced a rebirth.