Juggernaut
Juggernaut
When the bad news
grew worse
becoming unbearable
making breathing
almost impossible
there was no way
we could ever stop
to think
how hard life is
or to get off the path;
it’s like being chased
by one’s demons,
with us only wanting
to keep from falling,
just got to keep putting
our best feet forward,
taking the days as
they come flying by,
we make sure to duck,
for events are too far
beyond our control
so all we could do
is keep running
as fast as we can
praying and hoping
not to be crushed
by the staggering
realization that this
is to be our fate
forever running
trying to stay
one step ahead
of the unrelenting
rush of worries
wanting to roll-over
our sensibilities.
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