The Worth

It used to be a life

In a hurry sans rhyme

Obedient to the world

Helpless chickens in time.

Until a stranger in town

So stout and short

And i remember reprieve

Such astounding odds.

He wasn't a balm

That calculating fiend

My skin now burned

I was ready to explode.

 

 

 

I remember old times, alive and well. Though in a  hurry, it was a nice enough life where existed a lot of reason but no rhyme. The world my master, I was an obedient chicken to time. Then came a stranger, bringing relief. Though short lived, it was much needed reprieve. His stature though short, he was a hound. A monster  from hell in my earthly life. What odds to have in this calculating world! Slave to the earth and servant to time. Parched skin burned i was ready to die and unless he had come I would have uselessly died. So then i decided to explode in a burst like fireworks in night sky. I had a special end thanks to my common life.

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[Wicahpi]

Nice write here Ap7, good job! Thank you for entering the 10 Words I Give Contest and I hope to see you next round. I like this!! I love both parts! You have quite the muse :)