Games Poem by Amber Glistener

When I wake in the morning,
to find a silent sight,
and sit there for a moment,
to sweat out the night,
a rain starts to pour,
and the visions take their flight.

A man walks in my room,
through the wall and not the door.
At the foot of my bed he does loom,
then throws back his lead and cackles,
'Now you shall meet your doom! '

But I was already prepared,
not shocked to see this man,
I had not a moment to spare,
as I looked to my bedside table,
my hand grasped the dagger and swung through the air.

He ducked and told me it was lame,
how every time that he'd come,
every move I made was the same,
I glared at him and drew my sword from across the room,
he laughed as it was just a game.

He had his sword attached to his side,
and drew it, preparing to strike,
his face was full of pride,
but he stopped for a moment,
to look around where I'd reside.

I charged him.
Our swords did clash.
We fought, stomping around.
Soon, I was disarmed.

A mighty blow struck me in the face,
and darkness almost took over.
The voices of thousands in the race,
filled my ears with sorrow.
I found myself in a much different place,
hurdling down to the rocks outside my window.

Sweat dripped down my neck,
and fell to the pillow with a plop.
I stared down at my bed made a wreck,
with my tossing and turning all night.
The bottom card on the deck,
was my position in my visions.

It was all just a dream,
just a game my mind liked to play.
I thought to myself, 'I wish this would stop! '
'I am done playing GAMES.'