Sometimes it can get very hard
To understand the mental cards
that it takes to play in a life
Oh what to do with all this strife
Even worse when it's your time to draw
Cards that arent yours heating in your paw
don't put it down it would be a false move
Oh what to do when there is an invisible rule
Everyone's poker face is so much better than mine
I never wanted to play cards, my go to line
But it never was heard and especially not this time
With a burning hand, full of burning hearts
I throw the table, my mind getting dark
Just some solace or maybe fresh air
Would save me from feeling the others despair
Or maybe...I didn't like my winning pair
Invisible rules...so not fair
-
Author:
hexfully (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2025 20:20
- Comment from author about the poem: My day was fine but all of a sudden the collection of keeping myself up emotionally despite the anger, rudeness and just overall bad attitude around me left me drain. I hate when I get like that, it makes me reflect on my own pain (bars)
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
Offline)
Comments1
We all play the cards we are dealt and I sense the frustration in this poem
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.