I go berserk at times
The tension swirling up in me
It blows up my self
Exploding every inch of me
Crashing all the way I go
Ramming everything head on
I feel as unlucky as a cannon
Only waiting to blow again
The calmness is volatile
Only an accomplice of an aftermath
My Luck plays Termagant to me
Ridiculing my sane acts
In this unruly life
I wait incessantly for it to come
And cut me open on all fronts
Giving me a Life to live
I wait for a White Light.
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