A Life's Game

I do not write to impress.

I write towards my own distress.

Not of my own free will,

as I am chained to this windowsill.

I am no longer able to rest.

These long and dark nights,

stricken by trembling thoughts,

and the absence of all light.

None to witness my somber decay,

as I rot, and fade away,

into an empty space.

My blood has become that of caffeine,

as I remain awake, even though I am dead.

And I’ve placed my sanity at stake,

even though insanity is in its stead.

Mad, mad I’ve gone, I tell you.

Though the bloodied tears,

have eroded away my already

receding years.

I fear for the worst,

yet I hope for the best.

I dream of changing the world,

and winning the heart of

the lonely girl, upon a windowsill,

looking out towards the sky,

valuing the rest of her life.

And I imagine myself there,

beside her, somewhere.

Though, that may never happen,

as I am cursed with illness,

and as I am dying, having gone insane.

Though, all the best people are,

since we are all the same,

living on this magnificent planet,

playing life’s game.

Reviews

[XX]

I can relate on this. (Y) :)
nice one.

[Emily]

Love that first line!
Great way to start the poem!
Keep it up!

[Ella]

This is probably my favorite poem you have written so far. It has a darkness to it that really gets to the reader and stays with them even after they have finished reading. I hope you change the world and get the girl! Amazing job keep it up!

[dan]

Brian, This is one of the darker pieces of yours that I've read, and I LIKE dark writes. It grabbed me from square one and wouldn't let go. The imagery and symbolism you employ is outstanding, your irregular rhyme scheme is top notch and the wordplay very strong. I have to save this to my library favorites, so than you for that. take care...dan

[Mercy Fae]

This is written perfectly.

I can relate to this:

These long and dark nights,
stricken by trembling thoughts,
and the absence of all light.
None to witness my somber decay,
as I rot, and fade away,
into an empty space.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too my friend.
"I do not write to impress.
I write towards my own distress."
I enjoyed your thoughts and I liked the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[wordman]

lol,i talk to my self,answer my self,and if it was funny,i laugh am i crazy

[ANTO]

I told a counsellor once that I feared I was mad and he said that if that was the case you wouldnt even know you were mad. Mad people really dont know they are mad. Sick people on the other hand are very aware of sickness which makes it all the more cruel an affliction.
I got the sense of where I was, where I have been. A place that I left behind (but never far away, I hasten to add) and never wish to re-visit.

I like the lines -
"I've places my sanity at stake
even though insanity is in it's stead." - yeah, I really, really liked those.