Poem -

Winning Hand

Winning Hand

Often
I just
want to
drift away

Be put into
a medicated
state
and just
fall into
the clouds

My reality
is so
hard
to experience
lately

Yet instead
of taking
a drink
smoking a bud
popping pills
or using
a needle

I face my
life
head on

Maybe
it is the
Narcotic
called
Hope
that allows
me toΒ 
carry
on

or

Maybe a primitive
source
of courage
that makes
me awake
to what is
around me

I think it is
a little
bit of
both

The storm
will calm
NOW
will beΒ 
a distant
memory
as the
wheel of
time
slowly
spins

I think
I will
wait
it out
because
it is inevitable
that sooner
or later
I will beΒ 
given a winning
hand
at theΒ 
table
called
life

Β 

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Angel

Really cool poetry like the way the ending leads to the winning hand
good write Greg angel

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author
sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

I will raise you...

All in!!

?

Great write!

Hugs...

Feathers

Β 

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author
Marion

Fabulous Greg...excellent, I would give you a vote as well as a like but I don't know how xx

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author
Larry Ran

My Dear Friend Greg,

Sometimes, life's dealer
Can be running very hot
But if you stick with him long enough
You'll win several future pots

Love,
Larry xxx
Β 

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