Robin Chappell
Tick-tock says the clock.
Darkness runs deep in this decrepit spot
Wooden boards creak with a sound so unique
Penetrating the silence surrounding my soul running deep
Now I could barely weep and accepted my fate
The time for excuses and understanding proved far too late
Fibers of thick rope cutting into my skin like a sin
The kind you make promises to God about never doing again
One that you can’t speak of; it’s just too much of a risk
So you bottle them up, wandering lonely roads with no end
Sometimes at bars full of speculation and gin
I loved flying on the wings of gambling with no luck
Poker games of fame; frequenting casinos just the same
Nothing was ever gained but trouble seemed to triple double
IOU’s leading to bloodied hands and dirty shoes
My vast dreams of riches became a boxed in view
The cause of feeling invincible; more than logically confused
I’d abused and exhausted all possibility of empathy
There was nothing further to be said as I lay there silently
Droplets of sweat running down my neck; loose dirt tossed on top of me
There was nothing I could see and it was fitting for the cause
Cheating the most dangerous man out of a poker game I crossed
And now it was my loss, the entire loss of my life
Survived by one four year old child and a loving wife
My own obituary in my head without any feelings of fear or dread
I decided to take my last breath like a man
I knew I was dealt the cards and how I played my hand
Praying my family understands my imperfections
My lack of self control and my loss of moral direction
The darkness in my soul that I could no longer hide
Dying all alone; paying my debt being buried alive
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Robin Chappell 