As years go by,  I can only recall,
the same feeling of longing has always been in my bones.

How do you heal a wound that was made by love?
"Tell me!"; I shouted and pleaded to the Gods above.

Does a happy ever after truly exist for someone like me?
The scar she left binds me and with that, I'll never be free.

Trapped in a never-ending cycle of despair and madness.
Drifting on an empty sea of waves of tears and sadness.

Searched for answers everywhere but to no avail.
So, I wonder -- will I recover from this lonely tale?

Lucky is a strike of fate
A new found love
Perhaps a seldom date

They say lucky is as lucky does
But there are quite a few
That lucky never really was

Try as they might to be
Some will never
Lucky is what they cannot be

Few can really come to relate
And they won't realize
Until its a day or two too late

everyone has heard of the acorn tale
”Delusional thinking, obviously, the other acorns concluded.”
everyone has listened to the Little Red Hen
”she made the bread herself, she will eat the bread herself.”
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not everyone has their hands stained with labor
we all need to work together
stop the bickering and name-calling
stop the delusional thinking and help make the bread
we got this - we have to get this!

Brian Hill - 2020 # 249