Bad Luck

Two words, they haunt me,
Like glue, to me they stick,

I wish that they go away from me,

Like the oil, from a wick

They blow the candle,
That shows me the way,
Turn me unto darkness,
With my deepest fears, they play

They do ruin, my treasured dreams,
Chase me, into a fiery flame,
Try as I do, shake it off I can’t,
Once they haunt me, I am never the same

If one of those words, would be lost,
And the other, finds a new friend,
Only then, will my life be blissful,
Only then, will my troubles end.

Pic by Jane(deviant art profile Jstrong)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

6 thoughts on “Bad Luck”

  1. Be brave at heart dude.Bad luck, is just a temporary thing. It happens to everyone, and in different proportions. Seems like you’ve been struck hard to have composed such a sad piece.:(

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