The Game

by Lemon   May 25, 2013


Tell me, how can I stay sane
In this rigged and twisted game?

Place one foot carefully after another
If I slip up now will we all recover?

The hardest round I have yet played
With broken hearts and no money made

I can't read your poker face
But I won't wave my white flag or give up the chase

Scars are being left deep under the skin
Whoever is false is the one who will win

Who is the pawn and who is the queen?
By this point no one's playing clean

Will this next card be my last?
The chips are played; the fun is past

Will I last even one round more?
Even if I do, can I even up the score?

Fact is fact: what's done is done
I know who has lost, but who has won?

*I wrote this poem when I was fifteen. I made a couple of little changes but this is more or less the original :)*

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  • 10 years ago

    by Lune de ma vie

    Awesome write. Loved the flow of it.
    The hidden messages and ideas throughout it are well placed in there as well.
    Loved the part about being unable to read their poker face but the metaphor of how you will not wave your white flag and give up the chase, really powerful piece right that.
    Stuck with me, and was able to honestly relate to this poem in some ways due to my past.
    Awesome write for when you were just 15.

  • 10 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Very nicely done here you never know who's gonna come out on top sometimes you just got to play the game loved it & loved the title to my friend 5\5 :) p&l

  • 11 years ago

    by Edward Oropeza

    The Abba already tells you the answer in one of their song, "The Winner Takes it All", whoever brings the smile out of the last round of a game is a winner.

  • 11 years ago

    by Edward Oropeza

    The Abba already tells you the answer in one of their song, "The Winner Takes it All", whoever brings the smile out of the last round of a game is a winner.

  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I haven't read a poem like this with the rhyme for a while, it makes me miss writing them as it is how I used to write my poems.

    I liked the cryptic idea of the poem with the questions kind of battling each other and leading onto other thoughts in a cycle.

    it is like you are trapped and feel stuck in this life and like there is no way out that wil be a good way because perhaps you feel tricked at every turn? like you will fail.

    it is always good to find older work and see what was on our minds.