A Hand of Cards

floating on this bed
words lost in my head
shallow breathing
shallow believing
my faith isn’t leaving
*she’s still grieving *
the golden dreams
receding
a wave of magical
poetry

everyone show their hand
a hand of cards I understand
*we’ve been dealt so many *
possible faces
so many ways to go places
in my head
in this dreamy room
comforted

free to sleep in a room
I might never own anything
lullabies for a 21st century
we’re the products
of the producers imaginary
nation.

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That’s great @anon69073975 !

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