Luck is a dangerous thing,
A wisp of hope among gray seas.
It tosses and turns,
It scars and leaves burns,
And you never knew when it started calling,
Or how far you are falling.
Keep your fingers crossed,
Pennies washed,
Your knots tied,
White rabbit bones pried.
A madness that culls,
And a spark that dulls,
A twisting kaleidoscope,
Testing if you'll cope,
And you hope,
Oh, you hope.
For the flash of gold,
The tales you might hold,
To tell till time forever,
And the lies you keep hidden,
And tethered.
Lock and key,
You will never see,
the
light
of
day
Again.
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The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry
PoetryAn absolutely MAD Collection of Poetry by yours truly. Spiral into outer space and ride rollercoasters of mayhem and wonder. Anxiety is real. It's time we talk about it. New poems every week! #1 in whimsy #4 in fantastical
