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I look around this empty space    
And wonder at it  
how it all became    
And was put into piles collected    
To be tossed    
And was    
And piled again    
And Again  
Then in my mind....  
My gut  
My instinct  
My intuition and the following  
It plays out  
Right out of me
There is a game      
Movements easy around the board      
The dice      
Tossed and rolled      
Tumbled to stop      
All flick of the wrist      
And chance      
And loss      
The mind behind it heavy      
Intense concern about its numbers      
We diminish ourselves      
By bets placed      
On unstable circumstance      
On games we are not meant to win      
But only pass time      
It's reckoning around the board      
The chance cards intended      
To bloom us      
Or bust us completely      
This game has great power      
But it is no Ouija of fate      
I cannot believe what is written      
Is placed there      
Though the roll      
Highly unpredictable      
I do choose to roll      
my life has been messy      
I try cleaning it up      
I use rags of dirty promise      
I try willing the dust to stay      
And dance on the other side of the window      
But the day      
she blows      
Strong and forces what is fated through      
The dust settles in my room      
I must live there      
And should be comfortable      
So I keep myself      
And toss the dirty rags      
With the rest of the waste      
I know loss      
I am capable of suffering it willingly  
Should I choose to roll again      
My head turned      
By the spectacle of black dots spiraling      
Preying on their fall      
Then all bets are off brother      
My poker face      
A shamble      
You know the chance I hold      
so do I      
My card would be mighty      
But only a card      
It is a game man      
only a game....      
I wipe off my bedside table      
With the hem of my night gown      
A dark circle remains where i once sat your photograph      
It was beautiful      
You were smiling      
And so was I      
The memory still lovely      
And as fresh as the room in it      
It was once our room      
And it was your own      
keep it      
I am laying down      
To sleep in peace      
And dream in this one
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
Published | Edited 29th Apr 2020
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