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