Bad day. Very, very, VERY bad day.
Today's prompt: Take some time to think about your truth. Where do your thoughts lead? Are there particular images or memories this truth conjures? Was it something you felt the need to defend or was it that something that fortified you in times of need? Your truth is a part of your being. Introduce us to him/her.
Word Prompts: absolute, bravado, reckoning, freedom, peace, flexible, fortitude, independent, reason
Poetry Type: Villanelle, Cascade (I went with Villanelle)
All's Not Fair After All
The war is over: she knows full well
Her shattered heart lay crushed beneath Death's feet
Within her, only misery shall evermore dwell
The years to come are akin to a prison cell
She's tried, but cannot deny she must admit defeat
The war is over: she knows full well
She's written, traveled, made music, raged to Hell
She remains unmoved; no beauty, no song, no sunrise makes her heart skip a beat
Within her, only misery shall evermore dwell
The love they shared! Oh, how they fell!
All the love in her heart, now obsolete
The war is over: she knows full well
She's powerless as the rage and sorrow inside her swell
As her future makes a hasty and permanent retreat
Within her, only misery shall evermore dwell
In war, in love, in life - none escapes the tolling of the bell
Their love story never to be complete
The war is over: she knows full well
Within her, only misery shall evermore dwell
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