I scream at the gods, but they laugh as I trip over my two left feet.
No one is as good as me at admitting their own defeat.
Even when I stand up for a second or a moment more,
Fate crushes my modest medallions in the heavy mahogany door.
I swear I once ran ahead of destinies and all the lives to come.
My foolish demeanor turned the milky dreams in plain rum.
The light is temporary, but my soul is a bright red warning.
And if the chaos I rain is not for you, turn away, darling.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 