If anyone saw what is left of me,
They'd ask where the rest of me is.
They'd ask why I won't show them everything else.
What they don’t know is that I've shown all that I have
My hand was meant to have 7 cards
A straight in hearts.
But now all that's left
Is an 8
A 4
and a 3
That is all thats left of me.
There is a straight in clubs that is held by my brain.
And the ace came down and beat up the 9 of hearts.
After the first loss it seemed to all fall apart.
I never even had a chance to say goodbye.
The straight of spades
Belonging to my lungs
began to dig my grave
I wasn't even dead yet.
And through all of this
the straight of diamonds
Which my face held proudly
just turned their head
and kept putting up a front.
And that is why
You never knew
What the hell I was going through.
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Late Night Poems
PuisiPoetry for the broken souls. Enjoy a private glimpse into my mind which is not given even to those closest to me. I hope you can find a friend in the words on your screen. I don't have an upload schedule; it may be a long time between uploads. I'm...
