The Jack of Diamonds

Seldom does the passage of time deliver the respect that the soul deserves

countless times a man has argued to be delivered from the once mighty hand he serves. 

But retribution in its right mind would turn its back at once

As it is known among the masses the extend of one’s intolerance

guilty with a desperate plea he runs

until he finally catches his mind staring at the sun

a realization too conscious and pure

slowly turning back to face that horrible cure

lights glimmering tantalizing him  home

Defeated again and tired as a stone 

when if ever will heaven descend 

to find many giving their hearts out to mend?