Excruciating Bedevilment

Everyone has bad luck from time to time. This is an eccentric view of bad luck.

My bad luck is awe-inspiring
all consuming in my misfortune
engulfed in my suffering
taken over by my pain

My bad luck is a collage
of tragedy, depression and distress
always fearful of what atrocity
will inevitably happen next

all my travail ricochet off
me like broken aspirations
causing even more despondency
will this excruciating bedevilment ever end?

Reviews

[Katrina Mckeown]

it's great that we have our poetry to let our emotions out, well penned.