what stays with you
is the echoing cries
heard from miles away
resonating into your chest

do we gamble with it
place it all to chance
not hope, per se
but willful determination

to lose is nothing
to oneself, maybe
but others feel it
repercussions of your actions

passerby in an alleyway
clerk over the counter
a loved one
a lost one

it seems so real
the colours in your eyes
but like all light
darkness follows

i dont partake in risks
or verifiable accounts
i take daily steps
towards bright uncertainty


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