Poem: Skeleton Games

Tired bones of the soul

I do not wish
to play your game
of cruel, demented
design

i thought i left
that all behind
back then, those days
when i was dull

my spirit was dragged
across the desert rocks
jagged i drowned
in seas of thorny tacks

I long withstood
and made my way
across the course
of this coarse path

where once was drive
to play the game
to my demise
today there's now

a skull who skulks
of fractured bone
who yearns to rest
his narrow soul

he wants to sit
and lie about
dreaming away
of gentler beds

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