A Hand Dealt By Fate by Keith

Angry eyes burn with intense hate
Cursing the cards dealt by unjust fate
There is nothing for him but he continues to go
Dreaming of a better future, but he does not know
He can't escape the hell that tortures his soul
Or the continuous falling down a big black hole

Every single day he wakes and wishes he had not
Every minute spent wishing he could rot
In eternal sleep in a place six feet under
For his world has been broken in two and torn asunder
Yet he gets up every single day
And faces the world in which he must stay

Everyday is always the same
He is weary and tired of playing life's game
But every day he puts on a show
Fooling everyone that doesn't know
He hates himself and the hand he holds
He knows he cannot win, so again he folds

Meridian (152.163.252.200) -- Saturday, March 27 2004, 02:52 am

Well Done
Darn Keith!! I love "A Hand Dealt By Fate". A story about a man who wishes for death to end his misery, but continues to live each day unhappily. A perfect way to compare this to "a card game". This surely isn't a nice hand. Keith, tell the man I said to live each day with expectation!!
You have fun.........and keep on writing those strong, powerful poems KEith!!

Tammy (66.38.6.7) -- Sunday, March 28 2004, 02:31 am

WOW
Wonderful poem, but also sad. You truely write with the deepness of your heart. this is a great poem!!!!!!

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