Mighty I

A desolate sound leads me to the gold,
Aching with inaudible truth.
Such anniversaries reach out to the brokenhearted attached,
Dealing the cards of life to each man.

Recieving my cards, I place my wager.
A wager of truth, of soorow, a wager of innocence.
As slowly as it had arrived, the night faded away
Once again.

At this point in my life, memories overwhelmed the suits.
I could no longer comprehend my cards,
Or place a realistic wager, though i still strived.
The time was around, waiting for the touch,
But mighty I had relapsed.
    I had wagered too much.