Monday, 11 May 2020

A Poem a Day (141): This isn’t a GAME (word rattle)




This isn’t a
GAME.

It’s her life.

So
stop
PLAYING.


Leave the dice

to RATTLE

alone,



Cards

to

fall.



This stopwatch

to STOP

measuring

a countdown.



Go play

elsewhere



in this

grim urban



FOLDING

in

walls.



You damage

for pure

fun.



To feel

BIGGER

than your

game.



There is

no

PRIZE

to

be

won.



Your bitter

streak

is SALT

coursing

through

your

veins.




Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 11, 2020






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