Haunted (a collection of poems)

Friday the 13th

No one knows
Why,
But this day

Brings irony,
Maybe you just
Won the lottery

Only to lose it,
Down the drain,
Drip drip drip

See,
Bad luck,
Is almost funny

Scaring and
Ruining things
It touches with

It's cruel hands,
Tightening its
Grip

No one knows,
Why?
This day,

Brings fear,
Maybe you believe in
This too,

Once, real,
Now, nothing but
A silly superstition

Is it the number,
Is 13 unlucky?
Unfortunate?

Or is it the fear
Of not wanting
To admit,

Your own
Mistakes,
And,

Own
Up
To,

It,
Everything,
Your trouble

No,
Blame,
The day..