The Odds (poetry)

Everything’s a gamble
The odds are stacked against
Keeping soul in shamble
We’ve lost all common sense

All our life a ramble
There’s babble in the mist
Watching people scramble
It’s failure they persist

I’m too reactive
Like a radar through the traffic
Can’t break the habit

I’m highly explosive
Come with double doses
Truth is worthless

I mistook him for a comet
His words a midnight rocket
And how I watch it

I wish I knew where he resides
Is it out west?
Or under angry skies
Will I know if he ever dies?

Worry is doubt settling on top of crown
Between the clouds
But never lower than my head
Thicker than love and all the dead

What one man can do with a lie…

© Delia Ross. 2022

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