Those Who Live in Grass Houses

Oh Twisted Fate

Oh Twisted Fate

It being the appointed day
and my refusal to look decays,
‘tis the time of my undoing
so wasted all of my pooh-poohing.

Now the heavens mock my being
while darkness cloaks what I am seeing,
the glory of the world is brass,
all happiness is faded fast.

But fate decrees and I am bound
with falt’ring step towards the ground
where too familiar the sight
of Nemesis enshrines my plight.

And I am drawn by forces strong
to enter where I don’t belong,
humiliation’s vilest pedestal
and my perennial medical.


Line count: 16
Quatrains rhymed aabb
For PromptMaster! Feb Week 4 Task Prompt
Use hyperbole to write a poem about a minor inconvenience. Make it an epic struggle worthy of legend.