After staying out all night playing poker I came up with this. Most may not understand unless you have played some poker!
Yeah, it creeps into me like a feeling of unconcern
The power of control burning into my wits of unease feelings
But I love it and all the fruits of hidden emotions.
It is a love hate every time I play,
with the outcome of uncertainty.
The reach into my pocket for more ammunition,
knowing it would be better to leave,
But I can’t , the ugly bad beat lights a fuse,
and I reenter into the light to get even,
I could leave this zone for the morrows to come,
but I choose to end it today, like there is no tomorrow.
I accept the torture and the ugly pit gut feelings,
the flashes in my mind of a great outcome.
Not always loss as many times I come out the winner.
But the loss of time is never recaptured .
Yeah, poker is a monster, a game fit for kings,
who once were, but never has been.
Tonight I dream of the monster.