Game

John Prophet

 

 

 

We

who walk

this world,

who are

now alive.

Trapped!

We are

trapped.

Trapped in

ourselves,

trapped on

this rock.

We live,

we think,

we die.

What to do?

What do

we do while

we’re here?

Trapped in

our existence.

Born the 

way we are.

Ensconced 

in our shell.

Born where

we were.

Trapped on

a rock in

a limitless 

void.

What’s the point?

Maybe none.

Maybe everything.

What to do?

Tossed into

existence.

All things

known lost.

Lost to

infinity.

One stop

in many.

Rules to

the game.

Good 

verses

evil.

Once played,

moving on

to the next.

 

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 25th, 2019 08:14
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 65
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