Cards

I'm fighting and struggling
Every single day
Oh wouldn't I love
To just throw it all away

The love I have
The pain I've felt
The various other
Cards I've been dealt

I never know how to handle it
What to pick or what to choose
And I'm scared if I'm wrong;
What I'll lose

My turmoil and problems
Can create beautiful poems
So I keep those thoughts inside
And I let them roam

The more I write
The worse it gets
And though these poems are good
I'm feeling some regret

Because through beautiful poetry
I've cause myself pain
But I brought this on myself
So I really can't complain

I can't take this anymore
It's becoming too hard
So with these next words
I deal my final card

I'll put down this pencil
Burn my book
Then I'll walk away
Without a second look

I feel so free
My demons are gone
Now I drift to sleep
With one final yawn