the dark cloud above
him
with
strings. it went where
he went.
always
with a story of what
went wrong,
and how.
childhood
trauma,
jobs and wives.
wayward children.
it would begin to rain,
lighting
would flash.
you don't know the trouble
i've gone through,
he'd say, not even Job
can match the life
i've had.
i haven't had one lucky
moment,
i'm not like you.
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