House of Cards
I won all my trophies
In a blood stained dress
Middle of the stairs
I tripped, they stared
Every step you take
Is a cut in vain
So realize before it’s too late
The whispers, the laughing
The screams, the war
The phantom songs
Playing in the background
The world they created
The life you believed in
The house of cards
Meticulously crafted
Will burn down
With you inside it
11/26/22
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 21
Mark Toney
Copyright © Betsy Rodriguez | Year Posted 2022
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