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My game of Life.
Contributed by
MajesticPoet
on
Wednesday, 11th February 2004 @ 11:37:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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So it has come down to this,
Sitting here trying to make my life make sense
Looking back on my life is no fun
Dont have anything to show for anything I have done.
Life is a lot to think about at times
When Im trying to live between these lines
Life is so hard to move in sometimes
When it feels like I am towing this line.
Walking this wire with a thousand different ways I can fall
To want is to buy
To live is to die
But I cant have it all
There is so much work, but I am spent
So much pressure and I am bent
All these problems in life cause this dark haze
So much to get done, but I am running out of days
This life stands looking at me eye to eye
Before another second ticks off this clock one of us will die
What will I do? What will I say?
When it is the end of this game that I play?
I am trying so hard to breathe now, but the air escapes my lungs
No one to talk to, and the pain inside makes me so numb
Walking through this world all alone
The suffocation and pain cuts me to the bone.
Who is going to catch me when I fall?
Cause when you need me, I will not be there after all
How life ends, I dont really want to know
I will sit here and watch how this life goes.
I am so tired of this game of life we all play
What is left to do? What is left to say?
Will I just crumble to dust in front of my friends?
Or will I have to replay this game all over again?
I will eventually make it through these sleepless nights
Eventually find someone to hold onto tight
This is no bed of nails, but no roses just the same
Somehow I will finish this endless, shameless game.
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MajesticPoet
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2004-02-11 23:37:47]
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Re: My game of Life.
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by Jazz on
Wednesday, 11th February 2004 @ 11:52:38 PM AEST
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Will life ever make sense? I think it's not supposed to. At least, that's the way i like it. :) You have a really good poem here. It's deep, yet at the end, shows that you have an ounce of hope. Kepp it up!
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