Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Day 13. Irony


Well Hell…. 

The irony is not lost to me

That I am blocked by negativity 

-And forced into inactivity -   

By conceiving this verse on positivity


It would certainly be nice

If I could take my advice

To nurture my dreams 

and believe in my schemes

To conquer adversity

With joyful intensity


So, please, I beg your sympathy

To negate this growing antipathy


To embracing, heart a-blazing

The knowledge that Everything Will be amazing


Prompt: write a poem that joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.”  I couldn't....
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