Better Luck Next Time

Slow burning,

Bruising me subtly,

Exhausting my last bit of strength

To try and win you back

But the race is over and

Today was not my day.

 

Holding onto tiny pieces

Of insignificant artifacts-

Your relation.

Hands raised receiving applause, not my own

And I am the fool.

The night draws closer

Perhaps my dreams will be on my side but

Today was not my day.

 

The silence you are emitting

Seems to be screaming

Undertones of regret

Yet I am the accused

And the serpent seems

More inviting than the angel

Today was just not my day.

 

The scars hold stories of old wounds

Perhaps revealing

What you are about to give up

That so much time spent in creation

Should amount to so little in destruction-

Today was not my day.

 

The winds are howling up a street of beggars

Freezing my heart to stone

Tomorrow I need a miracle

Because time is running out and

Today was just not my day.

Reviews

[anaisbelieve]

I like how each part can stand alone but together build a larger picture.

[Don Shaw]

Wow amazing work here i love it.

[Raven Starhawk]

Seriously this sums up the day I had. ^^* I am so glad you wrote this because now I can seriously relate to something without having to smash the keys. Great write!

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. excruciating ! ... exquisite poetry ...
. i hold on to that "so little" ...

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Powerful write, enjoyed