Soul Grimoire

BAD LUCK


The anger.
There is no insurance against bad luck,
There is no vaccine,

There is no real prayer that works.

The weight
That makes bad luck sink in
Deeper and faster
Is guilt.

The conviction
That somewhere in the past
We did something
To someone
That brought upon us
The ache.

The thirst
Fueled by the crossfire
Of reason and doubt
Tugs opposite ways
And pushes around.

The waiting
For the unfolding of the future
Wears out the black of the hair
And turns it into the white of the morning.

The fear
That lurks in the rattling lounges of expectancy
Has brutal ways to manifest itself
Upon those who sleep
Where bad luck dwells.


FEDERICO AC.
14.01.2KXII