Poetry, Writing

The Game

The rules are constantly changed,
but never made clear.
Go straight, or diagonal
it doesn’t matter
you’ll end up in the same spot.
Broken down, piece by piece
Until your stuck in the corner

all alone

suffocating.

Ready to lay it down and surrender?
Test your freewill,
Try it.
Let me know how it goes.
The game would make more sense
if that was possible.

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