This thief I can’t see.
Stealing moments, looting memory, until I can’t remember.
I want to fight back, start a rebellion.
But time is relentless, robbing me blind.
Devastating my life.
Like rain on a parade.
The Trifextra challenge: This weekend, we are revisiting a prompt we've done before. We are giving you three words and asking that you add another 33 to them to make a complete 36-word response. You may use the words in any order you choose.
Our three words are:
Now you give us yours.
I came up with two responses this week, and I couldn't decide which one to post. This is my “tongue in cheek” version:
The rebellion was going well, as I recall. No shortage of clashing swords, guttural screams. But then the rain came. Spirits sagged, and besides. All those umbrellas blocked my view. I really can’t remember who won.