Maybe for better,
Maybe for worse,
I have hope.
Hope that one day these feelings may be returned to me.
Hope that in one month's time,
You'll have an answer.
Last we spoke, I asked you a question.
"Do I have a sliver of a chance?
Or do I sit here, in a misery of my own design?"
You told me that there was a chance.
Giving me the hope to carry on.
Because even if there's only a fraction of a chance.
Even if the odds are against me.
That's a bet I'd take for you.
That possibility is worth suffering for.
And I will make the choice to bet on you any day.
Hoping that my gambling will pay off.
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings of a Madman
PoesíaShort poetic ramblings of my daily life, navigating the overwhelming feelings that bombard me as I await an answer. I do not write poetry, but I shall try for you.
