Savvy Gambler, The Poem by S.J. Goldner
Savvy Gambler, The
I search for things to cloud my mind,
to maintain a dulling of the pain.
The suffering is drowning,
but the sense of self is ever-growing.
The air smells sweeter one layer up.
We drink in different moons:
his tall stature, my petite frame.
How can I go on loving—when the loving is not returned?
Restraint is power, he has the upper hand.
Keeps it in his back-pocket
where the luck is secure.
Goldy... was it worth the toss? You bettcha... twas always going to be a 'pay off' to visit your page.. aroha, Deana xx
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5/5/2024 3:02:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The power of the pocket....and the power of restraint...