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Lady Luck (Poem)

Poetry By: Sam HR

A short poem that follows a man who lost everything through the use of illegally obtained/abused drugs in the end he looses the thing that means the most to him and the thing that has helped him the most: Luck. He is very surprised at this outcome while the audience is not.

Submitted:Apr 13, 2012    Reads: 93    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Rolled up,

Follow hands,

As fingers weave,

Through thick- black hair.


Peaking over

The low defensive copy of trees can't protect it,

A dark corner of my mind is forever illuminated,

I look away scared of what I will see.


They still seem to- dance,

Hours after being spilt,

Can't remember,

What happened?

The more I take

The more I am given

Yet the more I am given,

The more must be taken.

There are tears,


From your beautiful eyes.


Quickly slipped on follow you,

I can hear the sound of your bare feet

Against the cold- hardwood floors,

As fingers reach,

For hands- that are already turning the doorknob,

You said I hurt you,

In places- that couldn't heal,

I am left in an empty doorway,

Lady Luck- Please, come back to me.


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