A Game of Chance

A Game of Chance

A Poem by Kiara

It’s time I finally roll the dice with Death.

It’s His game so I’ll likely lose,

But is losing living or is it dying?

In the end,

Everyone fights their own battle,

Some fight wars.

I’d say it’s in God’s hands but he’s likely turned his back on me.

I would keep facing the other direction,

I’m just a waste of human skin.

I’m a ball of emotions,

A ticking bomb.

When everyone’s turned their back,

I can finally explode.

© 2013 Kiara


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Well, this breaks my heart to read this darlin. Sometimes I think we get too...well... introspective all over ourselves. It's kinda like we settle into lying to our insides so well we can't help but believe it. The trail is long and you know what they say...You can't keep trouble from visitin, but you don't have to offer it a chair. I hope you feel better real soon.

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Well, this breaks my heart to read this darlin. Sometimes I think we get too...well... introspective all over ourselves. It's kinda like we settle into lying to our insides so well we can't help but believe it. The trail is long and you know what they say...You can't keep trouble from visitin, but you don't have to offer it a chair. I hope you feel better real soon.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is surprisingly powerful and full drama. I love those!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"A ticking bomb.

When everyone’s turned their back,

I can finally explode."
Let us all duck for cover...A wonderful write...:)....................

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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