We’re all connected
Not only by feelings and luck,
The closeness to water
Or the Devil’s deals we struck
A journey of luxury,
Nothing too expensive to buy
Smiles, stolen glances
forbidden pleasures, no far cry.
In the midst of it all
While ecstasy prevails and is sought
The lingering doubt,
A life of excess, but for naught?
This sudden dark cloud
Soon replaced by a glass
Let’s drink to today,
Tomorrow might be our last.
A toast turned premonition,
This virtual experience ends now
The iceberg was a simulation
But the dark cloud’s a vow.
The Prompt
Thank you, Bradley Ramsey, for the prompt. Here’s the link for anyone interested:
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What I’m usually up to
Fiction: I’m turning my serial into a book I’m hoping to indie publish in 2026
Blog: I write blog posts on the topics of Fiction on Substack, community & mental health, but also anything I feel like writing
The House of Chapters: I created and curate this secondary publication, the Home of Serialized Fiction (with a Podcast too!)
Beautiful
I loved that take on the prompt. Flows really well and is a great poem.