Flea-BittenA Poem by MoonI’m
the flea-bitten dog you hold at arm’s length, Starving
for love I have no more strength
The
card deck of life has a mad dealer, Please
hear me and deal me a brand new hand sir
Insanely
he’s laughing as he stares at my nerve, “Why
human? It’s just a game. That IS what I serve.”
“What
fun would you have? What would you learn?” “Now go seek out laughter. Go take your turn.”
“Tho
not just a gamble if you look at it twice, there
may be a good card to show that I’m nice.”
So
in this western world with superficial eyes, With
no depth or soul, and so many in disguise
Always
looking for what I think love should be, The
hand I was dealt makes it too hard to see
I
shall soften my eyes when I look at myself, Put
the whip of judgment back on the shelf
I
could easily fold and be done with this game, I’m
pretty damn close to going insane
But
I hear the dealer laughing cuz I’ve got an Ace, I
think I’ll just chance it and show my true face © 2017 MoonFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorMoonPhoenixville, PAAboutI'm an introvert, crafter, wanna-be writer, The place and mind I'm in could definitely be brighter, I need you to see me by hearing my stuff, Look into my heart and try not to be rough more..Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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