Poker
Feel the rush,
Chased the ghost,
These are the things
We miss the most.
All of the laughs and all the cries,
These are the words behind the lies.
Never again and never enough,
Know when to hold and when to bluff.
Defeated myself,
Forgot the past.
These are the times,
That never last.
Deception and truth,
Smoke and the mirrors,
Groans and the moans,
Laughs and the cheers.
From dusk till dawn,
From built to broken,
Our secrets are safe,
Trust never broken.
One more hand,
And one more round.
To hell with sleep,
We will rest in the ground!
Copyright © Michael Huch | Year Posted 2023
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