Life Poem by Lizz Posio

Life



The game is pain,
the rules are fair.

Suffering and dying
that's all, they swear.

They take your heart
and ripe it there.

It really hurts,
like they care.

Slowly but surley
your dying away.

As they stand back
to watch and play

You cry for home,
yet what do you see?

Nothing. No one. None.

The game is pain,
now yours is done.

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