Thrice Denied

Searching through the forest,

chasing dreams your sleep has wagered


And finding yourself in the mindless

spatial wasteland


You play two-handed poker

with the devil of your fright


The Prince holding just one card,

as you gamble it all…


Forever promising:

“This hand will be your ticket out”


He deals chance from the bottom,

this third time to be the charm


Your hand is folded,

as the present fires upon the night


Hitting your fate dead center,

all that’s left in quicker sand


Drowning the last excuse

of your bloodless past refusals


Salvation left in full retreat

—all exits thrice denied


(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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