This steady rain is my great bane.
It twangs the veins that wrap my brain.
I'm now, it's plain, a weathervane.
Oh how I'm drained by these migraines!"Be done!" I plea. "Begone now, flee!"
Reprieve for me?
No guarantee.Calamity! No end I see.
I guess I'll be a casualty..
For the prompt words "guess" and "guarantee." And explaining why there's only a 50-word poem instead of two 500-word flash fictions for the last two challenges!
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Crazy Quilt: (memoir) stitching life's tales together any which way
غير روائيThis is a patchwork collection of tales from my life. Every word is true!