playing a game of dice
blindfolded
and all senses locked
will the next role come up snake eyes..
what will happen to me..
stretching arms and legs
i can hear the joints cracking as i flex
undefined reminders rasp my brain
every time i try to line one up
another jumps out of place
checking for my face in the mirror
do i find a trace of defensiveness
there in my eyes
the memory of the pain
it bites into me like a lash of a whip
playing a game of dice
without knowing the rules
can be risky
look at
what happened to me
Beautiful poem. Keep it up.
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