Dreamers And Dealers

Written Oct 8, 2014.

Whether they're saints or sinners,

We share a world with dreamers and dealers.

 

Some sell their souls to make it passed tomorrow.

Many choose to gamble, but I can handle full-blown sorrow.

 

Most oblivious to the loveless.

My eyes can't save innocence.

 

I felt its venoms.

Oh God help them.

 

All play their games to that extent of infamy.

May there be some sense of certainty.

 

Younger I have seen them look for change.

Even in those who are aged.

 

I see it beat down on them, as if they were slaves.

Incapable of letting go, even seeing their graves.

 

I felt its venoms.

Oh God help us.

 

I stay part of them; it's in my blood.

Poor but we've worked for it to make it far above.

 

Bystanders don't seem to care about the people who dug their hopes.

They only want what's best for them, like if they were ghosts.

 

Here the weak dealers are living, but not knowing.

Here we are the strong dreamers knowing, but barely breathing.

Author's Note

A little something I wrote a while back. In all honesty, I'm not sure what I wanted to say. What are some of your interpretations?

Reviews

[Lyingwithlions]

Masterful piece. I loved it. The end is perfect.
I would have to say both are similar. Each are just stuck in their ways.
Something else, something more, is needed to know and breathe again.

[Isabel]

Cool, thanks for your insights!