The Game. Your Game.

As I sit in pain; I listen for the rain

It’s what keeps me sane for everything’s the same

In this crazy little game.

You never came. Is this when the thought passed by your brain

The idea of your unfair game.

You caused my pain, with this stupid little game.

There is no gain; so I just hold the picture frame.

Visions of your game, your messed up game.

I try my best to refrain from causing myself more pain

But, as I watch in vain the tiny drops of rain

I cannot sustain.

I break through the pain

Caused by your sick little game.

Reviews

[Devons]

Really excellent how you manage to sustain exactly the same rhyming scheme throughout this poem. (while carefully avoiding repetition just enough).

Strong and dark imagery derived from the subject. And technically brilliant.

[Nathan Durham]

This is awesome. The rhyming sounds made this flow very smoothly.

[November_Rain]

where did you get the inspiration from?? This is really good.