tough break, kid

Born Loser

Shatter dreams cut like glass
A broken mirror
From my own reflection
Followed by a lifetime of misfortune
Should I have a consideration for luck?

Destiny, do I believe in you?
Is it in the stars and the universe
Who hold my fate?

Will a ritual or prayer change a curse..
I have no explanation for my recurrences
That seem to follow me on my path

I was born on clouded day
Even the sun hid its face
Sorrow was what it rained

Published November 26, 2009 Write a comment
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Pendemic
Incredible poem, the irony of it speaks volumes. There are many times I feel this way, but I find a way to pull up out of it and keep forging on. Great write.
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heterodynemind
This is a nice style, and the questioning lends a certain air of an anticipated discoveries.
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