My Favorite Game

Poetry Speaks

Do you hear that?

Listen closely.

You breathe deeply,

and you stop.

Do you see it?

Stay still.

You feel weary,

and a chill.

It's a game we play,

a game for two.

You can't end it,

you won't look away.

lights on are best,

but darkness is fine.

I know you won't win,

I know what you can't guess.

My hand is warm,

my presence cold.

It's the last turn,

you've been warned

You won't cry,

you won't scream.

It's only a game,

that you don't survive.

Do you hear that?

Do you see it?

What did you think I was?

Do you want an answer?

You have no idea.

I'm here.

I'm waiting.

This.

This is my favorite game.

Reviews

[AliciaB]

CREEPY.... I'm still struggling to figure out who/what the speaker of this poem is supposed to be - but maybe that's the point. Mysterious and terrifying. Spooky to read, but I also enjoyed it. I like the almost playful tone used by the speaker - really emphasizes the dark side of the idea of "my favorite game." Excellent work!

[unspokenpain]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

[His]

This is really good. It gives you chills and the first line makes you want to keep reading. You're very talented. :)

[unspokenpain]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Chilling! Amazing work! It held me from beginning to end! :) Tyfs

[unspokenpain]

Yourwelcome. Thank you for your input!

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

You're most welcome!

[aLittlePain]

Your pen is beautifully dark in this, it's enigmatic and soulful!
Your words pour like liquid amber...it's pure gold!

Ngā mihi maioha
Warmest regards
Rachel x

[unspokenpain]

Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.