CHANCE DICE

i do not like confrontation
brings around augmentation
making bigger any irritations
opening up any chance of separations
mixed emotions
broken devotion
silent stares, quiet thoughts
any thoughts of respect lost
fear comes in, trust is stopped
any chances of anything flopped
every word remembered for future references
redrawing of lines and mending of broken fences
old doubts brought back into play
new thoughts come in to slay
friendship out, avoidance steps in
what was love is now hurt within
if only we can turn back the time
if only we knew our future's crime
but we're stuck here to dine
sipping on hot spoiled wine
bitterness brought to the end of a sunrise
to begin a new day to roll the chance dice

© 2001 thomas bates