I wrote a poem. I don’t do it often because I’m pretty sure I’m rubbish at it. It’s called ‘games’.


My head plays games, as it rolls the dice

It lands in jail, I have to pay the price.

Every move of my mind a chance,

Every move I lose more,

Pay the pied piper, this game is a chore.

My head plays games, a bad hand in my life,

Next card is a joker to add to my strife.

Make the wrong call every time,

Too few numbers at just twenty-nine,

No chips to cash in, maybe that’s the sign.

My head plays games, every game missing a piece,

A puzzle with no corners,

No point going on, but doesn’t know how to cease.

It lies and cheats to beat me,

Flips the board when it’s not winning,

A game of Russian roulette against myself,

There’s a chance my head won’t ever stop spinning.

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