Self-doubt is the invisible cross that I bear;
Hidden away carefully, but it is always there.
It gnaws greedily at my soul, chewing me apart,
Affecting all that I do, and rending my heart.
Hungering for confidence and gambling for love,
My bets are swept up by the croupiers glove.
I sit white-knuckled at love's faro table
A desperate game of chance, yet I am unable
To walk away despite the long odds, unless
I win it all, or once again am left pennyless.
A contest entry
- A lil somethin somethin(Please read updates if you havent! Sorry for any inconveneces) by DogTagz-TheJalapeno.
315 points, ended June 6, 2008, 27 entries
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That was really good. Had alot of emotion. Good luck on contest!
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Excellent write
You have spoken the truest feelings often kept silenced in so many relationships the fears held within and knowing time will only tell . Bravo and never give up on love just know you get back what you are willing to put into it for a woman who is shown respect and you take the time to listen as does she why would anyone want to leave
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The woman I had in mind is the muse for much of my poetry. I work extra hard to make things work. She means alot to me.
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I liked this one, all the best in the contest my friend
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I am glad you enjoyed it. I always appreciate your comments and your kind words.
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