The House Always Wins
This soft cotton bedspread,
Clings to me like comfortable armor,
Shielding from the world outside my solace,
My one haven,
This diamond in the rough,
In the metaphorical minefield called family life.
Place your bets please..
Who really holds the winning hand,
What do you gain from trust,
Who do you stand to loose,
You or them,
Same old tricks new disguise
Ace of Guilt and the Jack of Deception
Black-Jack
Copyright © Rohan Moran | Year Posted 2016
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