Bone crushing rage
Snaps my brittle skull
Soul squeezing hands
Drain blood from my spirit
Touched by the devil’s fingers
Guilty palms cannot pray
Temporal time ticks
Like the wheel of the roulette
Forgotten faith folds
In poker faced mortality
The queen of hearts resuscitates me
I bet against the odds…
High stakes drive into the pulse of a loser


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wish I could hold you at bay
but I know the power of addiction
which tosses life in the frey.
Missed you so
was hoping all was fine
Please be reminded
you're still a friend of mine
Hugs
You can get the better of this sweetheart!
Dave
you will have a memoir. As always, this is a
extraordinarily fine poem that I wish didn't have to be
written. My best to you.
I left out the fact that this was poem was terribly profound in its implications and earnest. It is also perfection in my definition as to what poetry is about, every sense is turned upside down and back up-right in the poetic arc. I loved it - and you!
Luv Ya
Thom
Thanks again- Amanda
Follow your bliss and enjoy the short time you have here with all of us.
Welcome to my Rabbit Hole.-
joelsamuelpresents
I'm looking foreward to reading all of your work.
A,amda
Your talent is so amazing. I don't know how you can create such profound poetry when you are feeling so bad. You are amazing. I thing having some sort of addiction is a prerequisite to having talent. Not an excuse, just an observation.
Take care and come back soon.
YOU GO GIRL!!!!!