I thought I knew the rules,
How the game operates,
Such arrogance,
What a fool I was.
Everything
Is happening the same way,
Literally a sequence,
A curse.
Left in pieces,
Cubed.
How could I,
In all my senses
Half-expect
The dice
To have the same value
On all sides?
Blindsided,
In my own comfort
Royally Flushed,
Down the drain.
–Dante
O.D. 
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Thank you for the re-blog! 🙂
You are welcome. You have a lot of really good pieces here.
Annie ❤
Thank you Annie, I try my best to be consistent with solid poetry in each post 😀