The Game of Life

by hadyay1995

June 13, 2013

Such a hateful gaze with a force to amaze but not for the good but for the unobeyed no one listens no one cares you all just sit and stare at the blank walls with all your blank cares no one lives no one dies we all just tryin' to survive the hell on Earth this crisis called "Life" we all have a purpose we all have a reason weather or not we fullfill it hell it's like "open season" For the "Hunters", the bullies, the scumbags in our lives it's easy it's simple it's just a way of life but the "Hunted" the weak, the quiet, and the deceased. we hide, we cry, but every morning we wake up and try; we paint on our smiles, as we cry inside everyone's fake, everyone lies but why stop now? Isn't this just life?

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Angelwith1wingJun 13, 2013

If I could describe this poem with one phrase it would be "Above and Beyond". You weren't just typing words that you thought would sound good together and that would sound wise. NO!!! You typed your view of life through such an expressive, unique way that came from not another poet, but from you. For that I give you 10 thumbs up!!! Keep at it for you know what you are doing with your poems.

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