Aimless stop

Half-fucked at dawn

I join the server.

I jump around the lake at spawn

Without a goal in sight. 

Without a care I read the chat

And don't engage until I need

To ban a brat erasing blocks.

At a loss for what to do I kill

To have the noobs denounce my name,

The other mods do much the same,

Whilst I jump on blocks

I've seen a thousand times or more,

Log off without a goodbye,

Conclude the place was not worth stopping for.

Yet stop I did, in fact I often do,

And always with no aim I bring

Myself to jump at nothing.

Always at a loss like this,

Always when I'm pissed.

Perhaps I'm scared to know I'm lost,

Perhaps it's something in the blocks

That causes my routine -

Their images, cries, pleas for what's been,

What can never again be. 

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[Lisasview]

Hi there,
Decided Kitty to read another one of your poems today.
Interesting thoughts..I needed to read t three times to figure out what is all about.
Perhaps my interpretation of your poem is incorrect??
Sounds like a very sad~hopeless feeling poem to me.
Thank you for sharing,
lisa, now in Tarragona, Spain on a short holiday