Losing Hand.

I apologize, it was my mistake 

this heartbreak caused shakes that

made quakes so strong they‘d knock god

off his throne.

Lost and alone, there I stood, 

At the top, breaking, but holding on,

imprinted by the touch you’d left 

when you’d gone.

Well-intentioned,

without the mention.

but in this dimension, I’d made

myself the pawn.

I was to blame, I carry the shame

and though I’m not the same

the only thing that hasn’t changed 

is my mind, lulling your name.

Quiet, I say, amidst the fray,

but what’s a command…

to a rebel like me?

It’s my difficulty, despicably 

it’s precisely why I have the losing hand.