Always isolated and kept apart
The royals and peasants alike
Banished me to solitude
Living in a rickety little shack
Perched on the edge of the worldThey say I bring misfortune
That I wreak havoc everywhere I roam
So now my misfortune only rains on meAnd the few organisms that've survived my presence
And as I sit in my little house
At the edge of the world
Listening to the wind whip through the cracks in the walls
The sound of rain pounding on the tin roof
I look out the window
At the angry wavesA light in the distance
Growing ever closer... closer
Until the ship reaches the shoreThey call me Unlucky
But perhaps that was the dayThat all the bad luck would turn around
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Static [manxman]
PoetryA poetry book telling the story of two scientists falling in love. [Trigger warnings: suicidal ideations, self-harm, substance abuse] ~Rose Coven Chronicles | Companion book to 'Rinse'~ [COMPLETE]