i have built myself
a house of cards
filled with the stuff of
dreams and gambles
and hopes and luck
but nothing
tangible
and it looks like
my house of cards
is about to fall
and there's no one here
to help me hold it
up.
i let it fall
and left the cards
and the dreams
and the gambles
and the hopes
and the luck
for someone else to use.
YOU ARE READING
The Garden
PoetryA collection of words that were planted and hopefully will not wilt.