Poker With The Joker – Day 281, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Anytime my card is pulled,
It feels like the Joker is drawn in a game of poker I’ve never agreed to play.
Can I trust the smile I see when taking notice of anyone’s face,
In a room as dark as the empty voids most carry in a soul where light wanes,
More,
And,
More as each day passes by?
A day fading faster into a night,
Where demons take charge while angels rest their eyes,
As I race against time,
To find refuge in a world I truly don’t belong in…
All I want to do is love,
But,
I’m called a ‘Jesus freak’ more often,
Than a friend others are fond of,
While I write another poem hoping someone smiles instead of getting lost in,
A concrete jungle most of us get eaten alive in…
But,
Silence I must commence,
As peace is what I covet,
The longer I’m alone in a war against the flesh.
Flesh doing its best to convince me to punish myself,
By believing the worst in others.
At the end of it all,
I understand how we’re all hurting inside,
In an age where most of us refuse to hug one another,
And,
Mean it.
In the name of forgiveness I vow to uphold no matter what criticism I’m smothered by…