The countdown in motion.
Life's clock slowly ticking.
Time passes us by
With each second's clicking.
One chance at life,
Is all that we're given.
A cruel game indeed
Locked away in this prison.
Dreams, hope, and love
Are just an illusion.
Take one away,
There will be mass confusion.
Advice and opinions
Intended as caring
Can be somewhat insensitive,
Words not even worth sharing.
Hearts filled with anger
Over one's own opinion
Lack in understanding.
Your life now their dominion.
No way out.
No escape in sight.
Options are limited
For those willing to fight.
A secret soon shared
Will alter this course.
It can not be swayed
No matter the source.
The soul of this man
Will remain out of sight.
For a shadow can't cast
In the dark of the night.
All dreams are crushed.
All hopes diminished.
Love is lost.
Life's game, now finished.
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Author:
Ken (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem came about while trying to help a friend through major depression. All of the counseling and treatments that he was undergoing inadvertently took a turn for the worst. He was left alone for just under an hour. My heart weighed heavy when his sister broke the news to me. So, yeah, the pain is real within the words. My apologies for the downer. Bleh!
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I'm guessing the game of life is death while living. Everyone comes into life the same way but how you play the game will determine how you go out? Is that what you were hinting at?
You are the first to have ever picked up on the underlying message. Indeed, you are correct.
That last stanza so very final; what are any of us but the sum of our experiences? When we think we have lost our essence; our value then the game is indeed over. I too have friend struggling at the moment and it is not an easy experience to feel powerless to help
Powerless indeed. Puts one's life in full prospective. A reality check, if you will.
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