I reach for the bar…

The bar isn’t there.

The only thing catching me,

Is the net of despair.

Why must it be me?

Why that way?

Why must it happen,

On this very day?

I feel unbalanced.

I don’t feel the same.

Since life dealt me this round

Of this stressful Poker game.

I keep the count hand by hand,

Patience will keep my head held high.

I am not bluffing by any means,

I am waiting for my turn to strike.

Until then, I’m unbalanced…

And all I can do is try.

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