Was a thing
Drowning in tears
Unfriendly he wasDidn't grant her wishes
Unyielding
Palms to her face
More tears down her cheeks
Pleading to stay alive...Became a thing
Never made wishes
Life's game?
Unfair it wasBrutal
Palms to her face
Hands waded the tear away
Staying alive,living no dream...
A cold dark room she laid
A tap on her lap“He doesn't care about you”
Lips close to her ears
Waiting?Expecting?
Sickened laughter lingering
Oh optimistic!Cut to her wrist,
grip to her clothes“You'd only get what he gives”
Voice, screams“Wake
He plays rough”
Psychopathic“Play smart”
Voice, gone
Sunlight
Falls on her eyelids
Woken she became
Now she knew the rules of the gameStill not easy,
But still a way she'd live“Ah ha”
Became a new thingCreated her own rules
BrutalPlayed by it
Defeated life at his own game
Palms to her faceA wild grin she wore
Staying alive,
living...Game over!!!
Queen
She'd always win
~The game of life
So much love
🌸Sylvia.W
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Her Thousand Words Her Thousand Thoughts
PoetryFirst published (10|01|2018) ⬅Her Thousand Words Her Thousand Thoughts is a collection of originally written performance poetry ➡ [**Ongoing**]