The Gamble 127

Another voice emitting lines, promises abound…

A space to place your faith where flimsy hope could loom around…

Everything you yearn to hear, wanting actions to align…

Wary of weightless words that blow away in winds of time…

The past has been a lesson taught so better i should know…

Yet apart of me still wrestles with this new-found growing hope…

With trust in this I’m lifted , to hold me up for now…

I gamble with myself, I bet, but will you let me down…

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