To Kurt
A spade is a spade
Empathy is a threat
Left him to his fate
Money was really not that great
Come inside,
Let us all hide
In darkness she cried
Spiraling gap from where they spied
Darkness and tether
The void and the ether
Masking the unmasked to make us feel better
How come the sweet life taste bitter
A diamond is bright
The Red heart can fight
Whereas the clubs are the world’s blight
Spade and its might
Meaning is meaningless
Feelings and its emptiness
Looking for empathy
Ohh the profanity
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Roby
1 comment:
Your poem feels like a deck of cards dancing with philosophy and emotion. I love how you turned suits into symbols of life’s contrasts—diamonds shining, hearts fighting, spades digging deep. Even in the shadows, your creativity sparkles!
If I may add a cheerful twist:
“A spade can plant hope,
A diamond lights the night,
The heart beats for love,
And even the club can grow dreams.”
Your words invite reflection and optimism—beautiful play of words!
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