Challenges, Life, Poetry

cheated

 

Ever have one of those days, weeks, months, even years? Feel like fate is against you? Want to kick its ass? Me too.

 

cheated

© 2019 punkie

 

cheated

my self is blown to smithereens
i’m scattered everywhere
bits and pieces fly about
debris in thinning air

the things i crave i may not have
they’re just beyond my reach
too high up, or buried deep,
or strewn along some beach

if i am ever back together
i swear i will not sin
and re-incur the wrath of god
no, next time i will win

 

 

© 2019 Susan Macaulay . I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.

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