Charade Poem by Aqua Flower

What is this charade we play every day
cursed by my own fears and faults
I roll the dice eager to play
knowing that the game will end in default
The world keeps turning and the light keeps dimming
from my aging eyes and achy body,
time seems to be running out
All my life, I was abandoned with no explanation
But if you should abandon me, it will not be the same.
for I will know why you had left me.

Copyright @ Aqua Flower
Lion and Tigress series