Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I was born with eyes glued to broken frames. I can peer through hindsight, but I only see twenty-twenty facades But this is the way I find the games that can make the head and heart unite. They always have fifty-fifty odds. So I gamble my repentance claims against my heart’s diseased knights and my mind’s fried firing squads, and I lost all my penance, forgot all their names.
0
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 3:02 PM UTC
Poker Face for Roulette
I was born with eyes glued to broken frames. I can peer through hindsight, but I only see twenty-twenty facades But this is the way I find the games that can make the head and heart unite. They always have fifty-fifty odds. So I gamble my repentance claims against my heart’s diseased knights and my mind’s fried firing squads, and I lost all my penance, forgot all their names.
Written by
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 3:02 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem