Bad Luck

When it rains it pours
Bad luck soars
You're falling apart
Behind closing doors

When the lights go out
You're consumed with doubt
Your losing your voice
But dying to shout

The domino effect
Your life is a wreck
One wrong move
And you sprained your neck

A stroke of bad luck
You're a sitting duck
You try breaking free
But your body is stuck

In sets of three
Inevitably 
You aren't superstitious 
But begin to believe

Will it relent
Your last penny spent
You bang on the walls 
But can't make a dent

A thud on rock bottom
Devouring a crumb
The sound of silence
A high pitch drum

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