Four-SquareA Poem by Livi MariottiWe come and go, with our very own form of sorrow.
We played four-square to pass the time,
Hoping for our square of sun to shine, and as the children come and go, We hope as we feel ready, they won't say no, Hope you won't play around with us for you to gain money, We aren't your freak show. Though we run and shout in our small place, My mind is still out in outer space. Life just is not fair, Is it? In here, out there. Then, with my heart racing, I pick up the pace, and with my small spot of sanity to spare, I make the decision to leave the dimly lit room, As I go over there, and join them in a little game of four-square.
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2 Reviews Added on August 1, 2016 Last Updated on August 1, 2016 Tags: depression, anxiety, games, hope AuthorLivi MariottiFranklin, MAAboutI'm Livi, yet another person living on this world. I hope to make an impact and write my heart away. more..Writing
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