Hands of misfortune

 Fickle Hands of Fortune

Life’s a twisted dance, a cruel charade,  

One dawn it cradles you in gilded light,  

The next it tears your heart—a masquerade—  

And lets you bleed beneath the endless night.  


It dresses trust in garbs so false and fair,  

Whispers “be yourself,” then thrusts the knife.  

Betrayal drapes the shadows in the air,  

Abandonment seeps deep into your life.  


You reach for love; it slips through fractured seams,  

Failure snarls within the hollowed core.  

Life isn't just—it's shattered hopes and dreams,  

A jaw that snaps when you nurse wounds that pour.  


No steady hand, no promise held to stay—  

Today it smiles; tomorrow takes away.

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