The Perfect Game

Your life is a perfect game

that you cannot lose.

Your fate is a victorious hour

from which you will not be able

to break free.

The blood that flows rapidly

through the plastic veins

is snow-white.

Is it worth believing in voidness?

Is it so hard to believe this time

with a happy ending?

The left thought hurts me,

the unspoken word teases me.

The silence that rests in your hands

is mysterious

and unattainable.

I play hope, the green juice

running down my chin.

Reviews

[Chris]

Man or woman... matters not
'tis the marks
as time and life meander ...bye.
The silence lives
and the echoes flow
and only dryness now behind my eyes.
I was ...WAS... here,
there, near and far...
I was...

Chris

My take on your breath. Please take no offense. None was meant.

[Lisasview]

Now I have read three of your poems and find all three interesting..I will be reading more..