Turn Away: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
How many win and how many lose, if I was there and you were here, would it make a difference if conscience were here.
Behind your eyes you dream of sunrise and broad skies, but was it you that was missing, or was it I, that could not say a thing, or was I the one that was missing too.
I don’t really know, you slowly look down at me as you lay your cards down, you win again.
Its one out of a thousand ways to see your on top again and I’ll just lay down my cards of fate, slowly turn away from the table knowing, I lost again.
By John McKinley Pride Jr.