I Shoulda Seen It Comin'

I shoulda seen it coming like a blazing surge of lightning, before it took bite of my name with a deafening defame. The trickery of friendship is like a sinking ship, where you're left in your sleep to plunge into the deep. The color of money is as blurring as a golden honey. Even the bonds of consanguinity could give in to its monstrosity. Like a lurking veiled blade is the slit of its tirade. In the midst of nocturniy you'd be robbed of your serenity. My wisdom of the unknown brought the fierce winds, I was blown, where the luster of a penny has veiled the eyes of many. February 4, 2023 I shoulda Seen It Comin' Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John Lawless