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Brain Dump, Poetry, serious poem

Gambler


In the aftermath of heartbreak the poet scribes …. emotions shaped with master craftsmanship from chipping away at resolve.  

GAMBLER

I feel like I help women heal – not for me, but for the next one.
I feel like they use my comfort as a stepping stone,
Rising above their pain to triumph,
And then, move on.
I feel like I’m being discarded, left right where I fall…
When they have successfully
Navigated their labyrinth of pain –
feel whole again –
and,
Just when I think they’ll stay and grow… they let go….and,
I fall into the hands of another ….
“Brother” …
I always am “Friend” to them
I always am here for them
And I’m the one left holding the short end of the stick
The shortest straw…
The problem is
The luck of the draw is that the house always wins
And I, a gambler at love’s roulette
Keep spinning, looking in vain
For the jackpot.


Burning Heart

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Wordsmith. Spoken word artist. I inhale words and exhale poetry.....

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