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A Proper Storm





A dirty white wall of clouds
fell like a gate on a kingdom.
It struck so hard there
was a spark that lit up the sky
like turning a light on.
Before my eyes blinked there was
a crash and boom.
It seemed like a metaphor for my day.
Which was a sudden down pour of challenges, walls of opposition,
and feeling soaked in inadequacy.
My money wasn't long enough
to cover me.
The royals seem to have no love for me,
and their horses sleep in better spaces
than the room I locked my keys in.




Wash Away (reprise)

Comments

  1. BubbaJune 3, 2011 at 11:55 AM

    That's why you should always keep a spare key handy! (LOL!) Nice one, Theron!

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  2. Brian MillerJune 3, 2011 at 12:28 PM

    smiles. one of those days eh? humorous, only because it is not me today...well played theron

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  3. VictoriaJune 3, 2011 at 4:10 PM

    I'm sure we all can resonate with those kind of days. I like how you put it.

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  4. AnonymousJune 8, 2011 at 9:38 PM

    I feel exactly the same when I do my weekly budget... great write!

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