Game Over

"What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?" - Thoreau

I seem to lose.

No matter which path I choose.

Flinging the cards I was dealt back at the dealer.

Casting the game board upside down.

Turning tables.

Smashing reason.

Scattering unobtainable pieces of life.

To the four corners of the earth.

Stomping my feet.

Storming away to my fortress of solitude.

Where I tarry with rage and hurt.

Shaking my furious fist.

Flipping the bird to the world.

Donning crocodile tears and alligator angst.

Like an old, worn, moth-eaten sweater.

If a thread is pulled, I unravel.

Banging my not-so-righteous gavel.

Wallowing in sin.

Because I can't win.

Until the next time ...

... I do it again ...

Author's Note

"Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them." - Thoreau

Reviews

[LouisianaBird]

You know what, Pete...

I really liked this. I wasn't expecting to at first glance. But, what I did was I read it outloud before reading it in my head first. It comes out so smooth and so powerful. It's easy to feel your frustration and hurt at the world. I do think some of the rhyming is a bit awkward, but that is a style choice. Overall a great read. Good job my friend.

[Pete]

thank you. your thoughts are appreciated ... :)

[sette]

Winning vis a vis losing it is what makes life challenging if you fail try to stand and fight again