Gamble

Gamble

A Poem by Virellius an Fiach
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I think it sucks, plain and simple. We can't all be perfect, all the time. :)

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Gamble

If a life could be made,
would its dream be
what caused it to fade?

If a life can be weighed,
does its weight match
the price its owner paid?

Now the die will be rolled,
trump card in hand;
with this card, still I fold.

Gambling against my vice,
lost anyways,
for I can't pay the price.

My own life costs too much for me.
Must I suffer more to be made worthy?

© 2008 Virellius an Fiach


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Really great emotion. I grade it an A!! :D

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Virellius an Fiach
Virellius an Fiach

Redford, MI



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