Blue Pens Are Bad Luck! Poem by kyle turner

Let everyone know
you’re doing alright.
It’s just another day
of violent delight;
so whisper to the clouds,
on this warm, somber night.
Each passing day
you drudge deeper in the mines
and depressingly, yet pleasantly
you follow the meek afternoon’s glow;
only to decamp
from everyone you know.
Your mind remains idle,
aimless, and drifting
away from the fruitful yet drivel
conversations abroad.
The watcher brings love
with her song as she passes;
but the civil satire of life
shrivels the course
of this warrior’s abounding strife.
Discomfiture is irrelevant
when accomplishment is absent.
Failure is not an option;
this battle may never be won,
but when the concept of triumph
is a loaded gun-
poetry must go on!


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