The Game of Life
Location
Such a hateful gaze
with a force to amaze
but not for the good but for the unobeyed
no one listens
no one cares
you all just sit and stare
at the blank walls with all your blank cares
no one lives
no one dies
we all just tryin' to survive
the hell on Earth
this crisis called
"Life"
we all have a purpose
we all have a reason
weather or not we fullfill it
hell it's like "open season"
For the "Hunters", the bullies, the scumbags in our lives it's easy it's simple it's just a way of life
but the "Hunted" the weak, the quiet, and the deceased.
we hide, we cry, but every morning we wake up and try;
we paint on our smiles, as we cry inside
everyone's fake, everyone lies
but why stop now?
Isn't this just life?
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Angelwith1wing
If I could describe this poem with one phrase it would be "Above and Beyond". You weren't just typing words that you thought would sound good together and that would sound wise. NO!!! You typed your view of life through such an expressive, unique way that came from not another poet, but from you. For that I give you 10 thumbs up!!! Keep at it for you know what you are doing with your poems.