As Ill Luck Would Have It!

I’m again
 Taking
Up the pen
 Making
My new note
 Breaking
Fragile heart
 Stay keen
Perfect fool
 Thinking
I’m a dolt –
 Let him

Edge of razor
 Setting
Like a puzzle
 Spilling
Telling only
 Spelling
My soul hold
 Yelling
All is good –
 Spreading
Love’s a hook
 Spiting
Stupid men,
 Waiting
For their death,
 Ain’t it?

World’s a place for
 Crying
It’s so lorn and
 Dying
Happy humans
 Paying
To the power
 Sitting
Out of sorrow
 Writing
Roles must be
 Playing
Light for us
 Trying
Be with us...
 Buying...


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