Tempting FateA Poem by Polaroid ImpossiblePushing the boundaries. How far is too far? Coincidence or fate.. Early morning, empty bottles of wine define
me Smoke doused clothes hang lifeless on my
body The very seat I sit, repulsed by its
obligation to console Scrunched up, ink raped paper lay beneath
me Forgotten words, spoken prematurely Sitting up as my head punishes each sense My blood stained shirt smiles up at me Smirking with a knowledge I will never
understand My mother once told me I have always tempted fate Never stopping to think that perhaps fate
tempts me A role reversal, a bitter taste for a sweet tooth Too fragile for interrogation, nervously
awaiting Fear reciting familiar lines that echoes
the order Imperfections drain the limbs I hold close Running without legs in pursuit of the
chase Stop to a red warning, the riot has run its
course Clichés taint and damage an already broken
soul Attempt living that life without one
failure For me a sweet ignorance will suffice Give me that poison until I grow a
resistance Memories converge, commune and commemorate Prophets, preachers and pessimists alike Ready for our reckoning, pleased with the
damage Each one steps forward to collect their
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Added on July 25, 2012Last Updated on July 25, 2012 Tags: Tempting, Fate, Poem, Polaroid, Impossible AuthorPolaroid ImpossibleBowral , New South Wales , AustraliaAboutMe: Male 22 Music Creating Writing Passion Red Wine A combination of the above Observant Don't like talking about myself more..Writing
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