Card Game

10/25/2011

My eyes are dry

Dryly I cry

For the consequences 

I have bore

I'm a broken thumb

On someone else's hand

A hand of cards

With such a low score

How many, I ask,

Of them did I choose

And how many were given to me?

Though their backs are pretty

With designs most enticing

Their faces are ugly to see

So deal me a new hand

Oh God if you can

Kiss my closing eyes

I need some help

Forgetting and forgiving

For my past I deeply despise