So Go Play

I wrote this my freshman year of high school... its about taking cover when you can.

Simon says, Simon says.

So I am forced to play.

Made to see,
Made to hear,
Made to think,

All they hold to be true.

Always being led, 
Never allowed to think,
No free will allowed to pass my lips.

But this I have learned, 
Just give them what they want,
JUST for a few short years.

Then you can forget the game

That has us all looking like fools,

Grown-ups playing children,
longing to be lead,

"So go play", Simon says,

"Don't let them see you dead."

Author's Note

i understand some of it is a little awkward, but i didn't want to rewrite it. this was the first poem i ever shared that meant something to me, and I wanted to honor that/

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

To me this painted a dark picture, ticking grand father clock in the background. The flow moved with a tint of blackness to it, which i liked very much. and the final clock strikes on the last line. Very dark, would recommend a visual with it, or larger pic. I liked it.

[Renée]

Alot of meaning I see...reminds me of my own life growing up under adults that offered no guidance ..but commanded silent obedience in any situation.....you don't have to rewrite the whole thing..read it allowed to your self and just do minor changes where u feel it needs it.....

[Suze]

You should honor that, it's a good poem. I love the last two lines. I like the topic - it reminded me of a time when I was dying to get out on my own but had to "play the game" just a little longer to get to where I needed to be. We must play our parent's games as well as our teacher's games to "get out" of childhood - but we get to name the game just a little more each year as time goes by. Good write.