Star Fruit #25, Chocolate Chip #11, Cherry Chocolate Chip #6 with Sprinkles and Butterscotch
Author: Blossomdreams
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Star Fruit #25 (my best wasn't good enough), Chocolate Chip #11 (melancholy), Cherry Chocolate Chip #6 (defeat)
Story Arc: Pleasant Surprise
Title: Assignment
Toppings: Sprinkles, Butterscotch
Summary: Antonio writes a poem about how he feels.
Word count: 109
Notes: Remember Antonio? The fallen sky king? He's back and this is when he starts to see Tabitha the therapist in the hospital. She asked him to write a poem and this is it. Written for the Daily prompt Challenge and for the Olympics. Go Rusty's Team. Enjoy!
I’m asked to write a poem about how I feel
As if that will clean the failure from my hand
My advisor, my friend my kingdom did he steal
My home, my life a place where I am banned
Every day, every night having to fight for a meal
A risk of punishment where I stand
My wife, my son, my daughter who’s fate I sealed
My blood, my tears, my failure dirty the land
The sky my wings long to peel
One day my smile will not be bland
One day my soul will feel real
Until that time arrives
I will continue to write how I feel
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Star Fruit #25 (my best wasn't good enough), Chocolate Chip #11 (melancholy), Cherry Chocolate Chip #6 (defeat)
Story Arc: Pleasant Surprise
Title: Assignment
Toppings: Sprinkles, Butterscotch
Summary: Antonio writes a poem about how he feels.
Word count: 109
Notes: Remember Antonio? The fallen sky king? He's back and this is when he starts to see Tabitha the therapist in the hospital. She asked him to write a poem and this is it. Written for the Daily prompt Challenge and for the Olympics. Go Rusty's Team. Enjoy!
I’m asked to write a poem about how I feel
As if that will clean the failure from my hand
My advisor, my friend my kingdom did he steal
My home, my life a place where I am banned
Every day, every night having to fight for a meal
A risk of punishment where I stand
My wife, my son, my daughter who’s fate I sealed
My blood, my tears, my failure dirty the land
The sky my wings long to peel
One day my smile will not be bland
One day my soul will feel real
Until that time arrives
I will continue to write how I feel