Hour seventeen

Each year I write one prompt devoted to a cliché topic, previously these prompts have been focused on love, death, and angst.

This year the challenge is to write a poem about loss that is not cliché.


By Patricia Harris

Alone,  I trusted,

Unconditional acceptance

Of the idea that we were

Always meant for



Betrayal of my trust,

Pretending that it was right

That you are true

Before I knew that you

Were a figment

Of the imagination,

Through and through.

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