A poem inspired by Pic and a Word Challenge #146. While Patrick’s optimism shines through in his writing, mine took a slightly different turn…Thanks for another great prompt, Patrick!
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Amorphous clouds engulf me –
My true hand unseen
My heart frozen, unloved
My breath stilled and unworthy
My solid form deemed weak
What was supposed to shade me
Protect me
From the bleaching hanging sun
Now hurts my skin with its
Wispy viper tendrils
I thought you were my friend
But I missed the forecast for
Cloudy with a chance of
selfish entitlement.
I Do Run 
“But I missed the forecast for
Cloudy with a chance of
selfish entitlement.”
Oh, that’s sweet. Painfully sweet, but also just sweet.
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Lol! (Insert devilishly smiling while winking emoji face here!)
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