Bargaining My LifeA Poem by ~L.A.
I've shown my hand,
and my hand was a bust. But cruel fate, had the upper hand. I bet my life, thinking I could win, now I'm pleading with fate, to let me leave with my life. But a bet's a bet, and it looks like, I'm not leaving here alive. The stakes were rigged, there's no way I could have possibly, made a mistake this large. I can't control the cards, that fate holds in its hands. I can't control the cards, in my hands either. For the cards in my hand, were placed there, by the cruelest fate ever imaginable. I gambled my life. That was the night, that my life was on the line. And I lost, so now I'm at, every beck and call of fate's cruel desires. © 2014 ~L.A. |
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1 Review Added on January 23, 2014 Last Updated on January 23, 2014 Tags: depression, gamble, life Author~L.A.INAboutI'm currently 15, I'm experimenting with putting my work on the internet. If you like my work on here, please go check out my other account on a different website where I have a whole variety of thing.. more..Writing
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