Gamble With Me. Poem by Derrick Andrews
Gamble With Me.
Why can't my eyes adjust to see,
My refection in the glass.
That darkened figured lost amongst,
The crimson, flame-like grass.
Try as though I might to breathe,
I'm drowning in my sorrow.
My knife told me he wants to ease,
The burden of tomorrow.
Fascinated by the thought,
I turn a hope filled eye.
Then, knowing not the pain I'd wrought.
I cast the Devil's die.
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