Life was a puzzle
I thought I had all the pieces
Some were on the floor
Some lost
Some ready to go
Life was a crossword
I had the tools to go...
But I was also unsure of it
Life was sudoku
It was complex
With various combinations...
But only one end result
Life was a first person shooter
I was in control
And I felt like I either had to hide
Or go out gunning the obstacles down
Life was a RPG
Society had a role
I played along
I filled it
Life was so many games
Maybe we gambled it away
Played go fish
Asked the question and pulled new information
But life was never simple
It looked simple
Like a solved rubicks cube
But every step I took scrambled it more
And more
And more
And now five puzzle pieces are in my role playing game's box
Its disk is on top of the crossword
Scratched by the pencil I wrote with till it went dull...
Now my dictionary has the sudoku puzzle I gave up on hidden inside
The first person shooter on pause
Someone says I'm modding because instead of a gun I am holding a rubicks cube...
The rubicks cube is still unsolved...
I shift it one square at a time
Maybe cheating...
Maybe rearranging the stickers would help,
But I keep trying to solve it honestly
I may mess it up sometimes
Drop it on the floor...
But I will pick it back up and try to unscramble it again...
Until the end.
- Author: Talon_Wings ( Offline)
- Published: May 25th, 2017 00:39
- Comment from author about the poem: This was... A blast to write. I've always enjoyed making stanzas flow with patterns. The metaphors of games help convey my point and really establish this almost... melancholy reflection on life itself. I have plenty of dark things to say, and many ways to say it.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 18
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