All he wanted was a change to strike luck;
Within the crosshairs of circumstance of time,
Four-leaf clovers, a rainbow’s end—but still stuck.
When the right door cracks, the feeling is sublime.
Defeat rains abuse like you’re a heavy bag;
Pump your chest out far, but there’s no need to brag.
He few who can’t leave history in the past
Will sense betrayal when it cycles back fast.
Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Rispetto Poetry Prompt Challenge at: https://mmastorytime.com/2021/01/13/mma-storytimes-rispetto-poetry-prompt-challenge-56/.
Prompted from Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at: https://godoggocafe.com/2021/01/12/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-january-12-2021/.
Prompted from Sunday Writing Prompt at: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/10/sunday-writing-prompt-10th-january-getting-lucky/.
Prompted from Three Things Challenge at: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/01/13/three-things-challenge-477/.
