Kaci Jo Atteberry Poet I do not know?

A Deadly, Sinful Game

Some days
It just seems so hard to breath,
As if the world is reaching out
To get a firmer grip on your throat.

Now sit back and take a note.
Listen as I shout;
Getting the response I wish to achieve,
As it all falls into place.

You are growing scared,
But I do not stop.
You will see my pain
In which the world has caused.

I have paused. 
I yank hard on your chain,
Hearing your neck pop
And your vision is impaired.

LISTEN!
I shout louder,
Getting my point across;
Making my pain known.

It is finally shown.
You are the cause;
A coward.
The blood glistens.

My pain is gone,
It went with you.
You were a pawn,
In this game for two.

I played and I won.
Victory is mine. 
Now the game is done;
I've made my sign.

Now when it feels hard to breath,
When the world has you on your knees,
Begging for mercy
And you plead, 
Know that my pain
That I held in
Was caused by none other
Than a sin
Made in the game...

I have nothing to gain...

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