Game Of Chance Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Night cloaked in a tenuous darkness where light has no room to coincide at all, seeming to lie beneath the center of the world, playing a game of chance.

Never knowing if life would become a place of substance as we go our own ways in the beauty of a night that has once again passed us by.

Now towards the ending of this temporary life, wanting something more serene and calm, no feelings of love needing to be stirred up any more.