My life is spent here
in the dark,
watching reds
and counting cards;
sending thoughts
and dreams and hopes
into the fire
and the smoke
in hopes that out
the other side,
I will see my life
glorified.
I’d rather pity
than to be
behind a cloak
and never seen.
I know it’s wrong
to feel this way –
after all, what would
my others say?
But the storm that keeps
inside my mind
is one that doesn’t
fade with nights.

I’ll love and fall
and start anew
until those reds
fade into blue.

© Blake Leitch March 29, 2014