unsent draft messages

Time is a healer
But there is no pain
So sublime is the dealer
I love playing this game

The tide isn’t turning
And my will is weak
This hand isn’t earning
I will lose this streak

There is no skill
Instincts at play
Eyes locked until
One blink betrays

Turning up the cards
Revealing stone faces
Under the dealers regard
I play them as aces

Ablaze in the darkness
The spotlight hums
Testing my sharpness
Play smart or play dumb?

But the dealer is smarter
The epitomy of wit
With this hand could I barter?
Or fold and submit?

Down the river we travel
A swell of crimson shades
Alas my hand unravels
You bail with buckets not spades

Time is a healer
But there is no pain
So sublime is the dealer
I love playing this game