We're focused, we're determined.
The pressure is on, pressure to be the best.
I have to beat Seth.
Cards are turned over.
My hands like minnows,
moving faster than the eye,
the 1st round is mine.
It's the calm before the storm,
the cool easy water tugging at you,
sucking you in to a fury,
Seth plays me a fool.
Seth's palm crashes down,
a shock wave, ripping through the sand,
crushing my castle of dreams,
Seth wins the 2nd round
I was caught in a whirlpool.
A whirlpool of emotion spawning
from thirst, thirst of winning,
winning against Him, beating Seth.
An eternal battle of good and evil.
Poseidon vs. man made ships.
Of course the gods win in the end.
Of course I thought I was different.
It's a rip tide. I can't fight it.
My determination drowns me.
I sink down to the dark eerie waters.
Seth wins.
This is lovely James! I love how you tied card games in with the ferocity of the seas. It makes an extremely accurate comparison. =)
ReplyDeleteAh, I can just feel the tension, passion, and determination in this. You put up a good fight, James. Way to put down the struggle in a great poem!
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