The Fortunate One
You wear luck
Like you were born to it
Bred to it
Like pink skin over old scars
New spanking suits on old men
This kalaidescope of favor
Falls directly into your lap
Yet
When your luck runs out
You scream and shout to the angels
Now you are in a place
Where cherubim and seraphim turn a
Deaf ear
You are forever bound to a solitary
Fortune
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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