Turbulence Poem by Mike G

To live with a measure of luck or pain
You may not know what will make you sane
But you are always part of this game
As the feeling of the pain rubs in
And you start to think that you have done a sin
You look right and left or all around 
But you realize that you are bound 
It's like freedom and sorrow 
From a game that you cannot borrow
And constantly hoping for a different tomorrow 
You wanna live doing it right
That just causes you to get into a fight
And keeps you up all night
It doesn't matter because you cannot feel
But you keep on hoping for the time to heal
Like hot and cold or black and white
Day and night it's another fight
A war that lives in your mind 
And all to do is just to grind.....