Been a long time since I posted a prompt based post.
Hope I haven't lost my touch.
The fires of fate always are burning
As fortunes wheel forever is turning
While doubts of destiny defiaintly dance
Blatantly belligerent in the face of chance
Dogmatic demons of practiced precision
Perpepual perceptions of prevailing provisions
Repetitious rounds of all that's remaining
A convenient contrivance confused and complaining
And the tittering tower in totter does sway
As untold masses lie in dismay
A meandering meance a mocking of malice
A surrendering of faith like blood on the chalice
An inkling of irony in ironic display
A truth found in blindness full of decay
Left to lie bleeding and filled with regret
Forever forbidden to ever forget
as always, wordsy "a thin trail of whispers
across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"
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