Cruel and Lonely Game

Could it be that maybe everything went pathetically wrong

I'd listen to the sound of your voice, but now it's gone

Everyday I wait here, waiting for the sun

Everyday, contemplating what to do with this gun

Some say that I have gone insane

Some say that I am running from the rain

But I can tell you with certainty nothing is ever the same

I'm getting agitated, crying out all these tears of pain

And those countless days stay buried in my brain

The ones where everything seemed worth it

Nothing seemed deranged

I'm trying to dig them out but they remain attached

Everytime I free myself, something happens and I collapse

All I've ever tried to do was lend a helping hand

But what you put me through

Buries my head deeper into this sand

Sifting through all of the grain and dirt

I realize the good never get what they deserve

No, it's only the selfish who get what they need

This knife lodged in my back, well it makes me bleed

You said you couldn't understand my ways

How could you, you've never been put into a cage

A cage where you're forced to face yourself

The cold bars make you relive your darkest hell

No, it's a place I wish not to return

To go back there, I'd rather burn

So if you don't mind I think I'll sit here and wait for the rain

This life, I'm so tired of playing its cruel and lonely game

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Posted by Amatayo 2008-06-29 20:54:50 .... What a lonly world that now thrives. Where every one carries guns and knives. If I left leaving my brother behind? Would he grow up and resemble my mind. No just messing around I liked this poem. Keep up the work. + Report this comment
Posted by lemon 2008-06-29 21:02:25 .... very good. I can feel the pain and a layer of misunderstanding and mistrust. you always articulate these things very well.. and i hope the gun reference was purely for poetic purposes :o| + Report this comment
Posted by Pilgrim 2008-06-29 21:56:36 .... Good. Brings back to fifteen years ago when I trapped myself in a room with a .380 and the swat team had my apartment surrounded. As I held the gun I was trying to decide what I shoud do. I really hated the world back then; I also realized how much the world hated me. + Report this comment
Posted by bubbly 2008-07-02 18:37:44 bravo! hi! r. u seem to've outdone urself. the sorrow, the freedom, the despair r all very well expressed. and in the end, being resigned to one's fate adds a charm to this poem. well done. lol. ;-) + Report this comment
Posted by Zombie Punk 2008-07-06 17:53:38 .... Great poem. It was a little longer then most of yours, but that makes it a whole lot better in my opinion. Its easy to tell that a hell of a lot of passion was put into this poem while writing it. Well done! + Report this comment
Posted by Sad Sara 2008-07-08 19:11:16 Sir Cody Hiyer Sorrowful One, This us was pretty intense, I love the edge yer got goin' on here, very cool effect and really helps pull the verse together nice and tight. + Report this comment

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