Last Hand
by Francesca Thrash
2-19-01
Confusion, frustration,
Both rend on my heart.
Each pulling me their way,
Each doing their part,
To push past my limits,
To drive me insane.
To render me useless,
To unveil my pain.
I've been dealt confusion,
Frustration and pain,
And if I lose this hand,
I'm out of the game.
Home again,
jiggety jig!