Lurking beneath the surface of 2019 are the Perils we can not see or predict.
Its hidden from plain sight, only in the spirit you can see.
Wanting to strike and devour,
Both the good and the wicked.
These dangers come in different forms,
Of living and surviving this life,
Surviving every day of our lives is dangerous.
Each of our struggles might not end well,
The perils of being a man or woman,
Raising a family in this wicked World,
Finding the right partner is a greater risk.
What about the perils and travails caused by friends?
The dangers in our Neighbors and immediate Environment?
Hazard caused by Politics, Government and deep state systems.
Only a few will survive it all.
Nobody knows what lies beyond in the coming months,
As hoping might fail anytime in crisis,
And all reason to live shattered and fade.
There will be evil within and around us this year,
That we don't know anything about,
But it should never stop us from going into the year Strong,
Because only the living; conquers these fears and dangers!
I share these thoughts and it's a good thing you write down everything to the detail. It does sound more like a diary, a bit of a pray and not really a poem.
Yes its a verse, kept playing back in my head