Lucky 8
I summon you hastily, blazing moon
For pulchritude, for charisma of grace
When discomfort from pain…I must embrace
A spine bent, eight hours in a bed’s cocoon—
Plagued by revelation that feet won’t run
Or hike through lowlands I wildly adore :
Once a paragon , luck rates me as done,
Yet with grit, your flame…breaths dare, win this war!
Contest sponsored by Laura Loo:
Ryme Time 5- Lucky 8 Written 7/30/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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