Poem - 29 March 2018, 22:04

The unseen

This looming ghosts floats and gloats so very close...Screaming out, "You will amount to anything! Why attempt a futile effort. There is no reason to try."

The ghost looms near each day and I can always hear giggles and taunting never too far off.

My life trivialized in the blink of an eye...this unseen sickness looms ever closer. Tightening his grip slowly drawing blood...it relishes the pain.

"All in my mind" I repeat frantically. Struggling to keep "it" under control. I lose my grip and start to slip only to regain my composure at the last moment...

I have been a member of this twisted game for 27 years...hopefully I can keep it up.

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Dean Kuch29 March 2018, 22:29

I've been a member of that same twisted game for twice as long, Jordan, and I'm still kickin'.
Sometimes, every once in awhile, you just gotta let go and relinquish control—if only for a while.
After all, it only hurts 'til it stops hurtin'.
~Dean :}

Jordan O'Kelly29 March 2018, 22:33

It's a hell of a game that's for sure.

Dean Kuch29 March 2018, 22:36

Play The Game

Open up your mind and let me step inside
Rest your weary head and let your heart decide
It's so easy when you know the rules
It's so easy all you have to do
Is fall in love
Play the game
Everybody play the game of love
Ooh yeah

When you're feeling down and your resistance is low
Light another cigarette and let yourself go
This is your life
Don't play hard to get
It's a free world
All you have to do is fall in love
Play the game - yeah
Everybody play the game of love
Ooh yeah