Struggle and Strive

I wrote this after a good friend of mine was murdered, there is much more but a little personal so I decided to only put up part of it for now. Hope you enjoy.

I Haven't been writing lately, not much to be said.

Until this past weekend when life was taken from a friend.

Got me sitting here and thinking again, is life a fight between innocence and sin or is it just a cycle of random events, controlled by fleshful desires from spirits within.

We struggle and strive, juggling our lives trying to survive until the day we're dead. Gambling with decisions and thoughts inside are head, inspired by the will of life we try to find out what it is, that makes us feel alive inside when we're living it, one chance to be saved or give in to the wickedness.

There's more blood to be bled, another mother with tears to be shed, a father with hungry sons that need to be fed. The World don't change when you lose a friend, Your life does..You see how precious it is..

Author's Note

Fleshful is not a real word, but today it is. xD

Reviews

[mou]

practical one.realy well said