i give it a second shot in verse... sometimes poker is poetry

#OOPS365 #part2 

The masters at the table
they’re scaring me to the bones
my cards look like something
only a jackass may hold

but the mirror of my hand
resides only in my eyes
and the fear in my heart
can be turned into lies

my lips pulling in
the sweat freezing still
the shivers in by spine
becoming nil

the doubts and the trembling
emotions and thoughts
turn cold to the sound
of the battles I fought

and reason is cold
as any good act
I raise my head and
move to attack

I look at my hand
for one last time
I silently pray
and bid it good-bye

I’m going all in
and the world rests still
but what matters the most
are desire and will