POETRY: The Game

100% SP Payout

THE GAME

The broken pieces, scattered around
Are not what they were, when what they were can't be found

Point me towards infinity and all that is known
Past the highway of lost joy and all the dreams I once owned

Covered incubators deliver their proceeds to me
But their proceeds have rotten from their desire to be free

It's not necessarily a thought to remain
Question is will it ever be the same?
Will it come when I'm gone
To be misplaced again?
The broken pieces that lay scattered
Are all part of the game

The broken pieces all wish to return
Having exercised their right for no more lessons to learn

And infinity is a dreamer that holds all in her hand
A kings ransom paid out to the last man who still stands

But a drift in the rhythm, like a shift in the air
Will a reason once captured release a desire to care?

And the time we once owned
Will replace what it once knew
Up from the mantle softly
To return to the next you
And as the game finds new players
Will they know what to do?

---

This poetry is my own work, written for Steemit
Image Credit: Unsplash.com

---

Thank you for taking the time to read this poetry.
If you liked it please give an upvote, and feel free to leave a comment.
Follow Me

---

Poetry	Fiction
Poetry Slam Challenge 7 - Look Into My Eyes/The Devil With the Fire in its Eyes	Bad Trip part 1 ALSO: [part 2][part 3][part 4][part 5][part 6][part 7]
Dancing With the Creatures of the Night	The Ghosts of Emmett Hill part 1 ALSO: [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]
When the War Is Over	Bang Bang You're Dead
Life - Meaning, Madness, and the Mundane	Where Did the Time Go?
Phoenix Rises	I Think I've Remembered This Before
Dreams of Innocence	Saved By The Rain
Burn It Down
Epic
The Heart of the Shadow
To Soar With Grace
The Beauty of Silence