Life’s Game

This poem is about my grandma. She was just diagnosed with depression today. This poem is directed at God, if there is one.

Life’s Game

 

Don’t you dare

Take her from me

You do that

And I swear

To you

There is no

Turning back

She’s not

To be taken away

You took her husband

From me

The one man

I truly loved

And now you want

To play games

Make her oh so sad

Making doctors

Offer her drugs

I’ve had it

With you

And your games

Life isn’t about

Passing the finish line

And those who don’t

Are disqualified

No

It’s not about that

You take her from me

And you are not

To be forgiven

If I could reach you

I’d grab you

And throw you onto

This earth

Show you how hard

It is

To live

This life

And pass the finish line

You’ve taken him

From me

Isn’t that enough?

Why her?

Tell me

Why her?

Not satisfied?

Want to play more games?

I forfeit

And I’m taking

Her with me

You can’t have her

She’s mine

Not yours

This is no game

These are our lives

You have him

Keep him

But leave me with her

She’s all I have left

And she’s all I want

I forfeit

Reviews

[Kes]

This is beautiful. Heart-wrenchingly beautiful.
I've had similar arguments with God/life. I lost any faith I once had when I was very young. It's a tricky place to be. A low one. But I prefer believing that 'these things happen' to believing there's someone out there who isn't trying to stop them.
Thanks for sharing.
K

[Meghan Alex]

This is so close to perfect.. the formatting threw me off a little but nonetheless I loved it.