Losing

by JacKnife Jessica   Dec 7, 2006


This thing called life
is only a game
but when its my turn
I'm full of depression and shame

I cant move my piece back one
I cant re-roll the dice
My turn is almost over
too bad I cant play twice

The dice are slipping from my hands
my piece is falling off the board
The cards are getting all mixed up
I forgot what I'm playing for

Once again its my turn
But I cant move up one
They mumble "Her life will end soon"
Another said "But its only begun"

They tell me to pick up my card
I do and it says "Death"
all what I did was look at it
And then I was out of breath

The other players continue
They see that I'm left behind
They told me theres a "Life" card
Its just too hard to find

I see the other players have moved on
But my piece doesn't move, its still in the same place
I just cant understand why I'm losing
the game I never wanted to play

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  • 17 years ago

    by blueknight

    Wow great imagination you penned here I love the Idea and I dont know why it got a low vote the only thing i see is

    My piece doesn't move, its in the same place
    I just cant understand I'm losing

    Maybe it is not wrong but you can change it for better

    Thanks

    geneross