THE WAGER I lived alone in house of cards With the deck stacked high against me Each play would fray my integrity With gender, age or race The game, mere disgrace The Human Race Without a trace remained Behind the time for divine A man called forth into my soul With a voice marked by his bet Each word could sway my reality With tender soft embrace The same, silken lace The Kindest Face Without a trace sustained And maimed me forever blind And yet, I took the bet A wager worn out over time Its faded, jaded past Echoes under glass A mass misunderstanding Of what was, is and shall ever be One and one and one For all eternity cjk 2014
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 14:27:34 +0000
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