Gamester Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Gamester
gamester
your life is
a game
finished? no?
your life is
an endless game
a circle of games
between the boredom
the work
the silences
the songs
the fabricated
moments
cigarettes coffee alcohol
the lovers
it does not
matter
what level
you are on
your rank
status
meaningless
you always lose
eventually
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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