Self Made Poetry 2

Life's A Game

When darkness whispered in my ear.

Fear me, you cant handle the storm.

I whispered back, i am the storm.

Born with darkness that touched my soul.

Bring forth lightning and hail.

I shall always prevail.

I have already walked through hell.

Been touched by it's fires.

It feeds my desires to survive.

Feel the rage that's kept caged in me.

See the agony set upon me.

So easy to unleash my demons.

Let them feast.

But i keep them tamed laying in the shadows.

Life's treacherous games.

What's the true cost?

Once over, the king and pawn both sit in the same box.

Has anyone really lost?

Let's throw the cards on the table.

The battle never really ends.

One victory and another war begins.

Rules are meant to be broken.

Don't believe me, let me toss you a token.

Life's a strategy game.

In the end we are all the same.

Don't like the taste of defeat?

Don't retreat in shame.

Call it, and start a new game.

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Note- so i wrote this for a friend i know that's always saying life's not fair.

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