Splayed loss, a fold in the game. Failed hands turned down, face drawn, hope unveiled as foolish faith. Winners smirk, gathering pooled profit, ahead of truth and cowardice. The cards always kept too close, afraid of chance, risk too certain and failures looming as clouds choking a sunless horizon. Playing the deal proved too courageous, even with second chances tossed across with considerable indelicacy. Moments scream for the simplicity of withdrawal, courting bones to ache with regret. #irispad #day6 #sept6 #fold #regret #cards #fool #joker #poker #hand #game #fail #writer #writing #poem #poetry #literary_imagery #imagesandwords (at Unplayed)