The gamble

Look to this world or look to thyself,
mock the lamp of civilisation breeding the darkness around our soul,
while being lambed down,
soaken in blood and sweat ,bland words and blank eyes
smitten over the markets to fill our void self,
of tomorrow’s smile, while silent to break the sile of theirs,
none to be kept or given, everything to be lost in today’s gamble,
until the day something is left to cry about,
Oh baby, I am resigning, on a fate never found and confined,
Yet I resign, to fill myself with despair and pain,
For it is only the worth now.
To have immense and yet feel so heavy in oneself.


Author: grajmanu


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