Gamble

Mar 26, 2003 15:30

There's always going to be emptiness
achievements that taste like ash now
what do child's games of yesteryear matter
dwelling on scrapbooks of things done
for words that never left my lips
digging in nails for things undone
things yet to do but lacking initative
not ready to gamble it all again
only so much bravery left
when courage isn't what I need
but a dose of forgetfulness.

poetry

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