Fool’s Game

The dark is always
a lonely place to be
not because you are alone.
Oh no, it’s quite full but
never-the-less one feels
alone—abandoned—empty
without hope of ever
knowing light
no possibility of joy
serenity, redemption.

Don’t tip-toe close to the edge
for never do you want to fall into
the dark pit of despair
this is not a game you can win.

Guard your light
feed it well and often
let nothing steal
it from you.
Do not trade your soul
and think you’ve won.

It is a fool’s game, indeed.

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2 Responses to Fool’s Game

  1. It’s all a game, this struggle to live. Knowing only one thing is certain, we won’t leave here alive, peace love and long life.

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