It Comes In Waves

Our piled up problems, maddening;
Our heartaches, ever saddening.
To face head on? To hide in caves?
When trouble comes,
It comes in waves

But opportunities arise –
Many at once, to our surprise.
Which one’s our downfall? Which one saves?
When chances come
They come in waves

And now the words infect my mind
All sound, no meaning – double blind –
The noise that haunts us to our graves
When chaos comes
It comes in waves
It comes it comes
It comes
In waves

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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