All that there was in God’s Great empty hands
is gone now,
his hand has been played.
So, what once was
is now, the more still
conducive to captivity.
And we, so drunken on despair
play the nothing-card of apathy.
What you were
is all you will be.
We are trapped in a circle of lethargy.
And what we say was said already.
Played in God’s Great empty hand.
I think he laid them
down like paws
of gentle tigers growing wise.
But he won with that hand
against all odds, and we
the losers, pay the price
of never caring or
fully realizing
the potential inherent in foreign things.
Faithful only to ourselves,
we do not care about each other.
We only feign understanding.
-clw
4-23-06
copyright: C. Ward 2006
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wow, this is hard hitting and great way to place your pocket aces!!
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♡ I didn’t title it because I considered it trash
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funny how i just wrote about a similar topic. We sort of think the same except my makes fun of the seriousness, its not so openly depressing as your title.
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I’m not depressed you think I’m depressed
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wow, your insight is clairvoyant like.
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I don’t know if you’re being sarcastic or what but I’m just like dark and sarcastic I’m bipolar but I’m just very blasé I guess. Okay I have been writing this poem for 4 days because people are always in my face… And I got to the middle of your poem yesterday and then I was like shit I have to keep working on mine. And now you have another one! I’m trying to feed 250 orphans this week and actually my friend Josh was doing it but he’s suddenly gone for the past two weeks off of the internet so I took it over… I’m totally overwhelmed.
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Just think positive ask and hit shall be given and this is a test. Just be an angel for a week and god bless and good luck, not that you need it!
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