For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Trouble,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and write the poem. Possible titles include: “Big Trouble,” “Double Trouble,” and “That Guy Is Trouble.” I hope you don’t have too much trouble getting started.
by John Yeo
My brother and I were one,
We lived, breathed and thought alike.
We grew up together, without a care
Pushing each other to compete.
Together we were never alone
We struggled to keep up the fight.
Aware as brothers we were always there
To win the struggle without defeat.
At school we pushed each other along,
Keeping up the fight for our right
To live and protect each other, aware
Together we were strong, totally complete.
Those halcyon days are now long gone
We grew up and went our separate ways.
In the face of trouble we still see double
Life and fate eventually burst our bubble.
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