End Game

False Dawn's ribbon invades the night Fear forbids to close my weary eyes Drift off, away, never more to rise What's the point of hanging on? Should I give in, Let be done? Riddled body... Lying quiet I have said my farewells A lonely tolling of Bells Kind Spirits implore Calm acceptance Of Time called To embrace A new life With our Maker From Now On .

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Christopher Flaherty

Date: 11/27/2020 12:44:00 PM

Sometimes the end comes in the shape of V for victory Game over job done Peace at last

Caryl Muzzey

Date: 1/20/2016 12:00:00 PM

Rob, a wonderful Shape poem you have penned, I enjoyed the read. Welcome to poetry soup. I'm sure you will enjoy it here~ Caryl P. S. I say hi to Scotland

Rob Bettridge
Date: 1/20/2016 12:17:00 PM

Thanks Caryl. Scottish people may well be amused at the comparison of Scotland's ferocious Man Eating 'Midges' and your poem's reference to the 'Hunger Games' Wasps. Not much difference, Imo. lol

Keith Bickerstaffe

Date: 12/20/2015 7:32:00 PM

A perfect shape, retaining grammatical fluidity throughout. Best wishes to you in your constant fight... God Bless, Keith

Rob Bettridge
Date: 12/20/2015 9:09:00 PM

Thanks Keith. It was written as a worst case (Cancer) awareness scenario. Like a Boxer who, whilst in training for the biggest fight of his life, pins up a picture of his opponent in his Gym ('ROCKY' style) as a full on reminder of what he is taking on and what might well happen to him if he does not prepare physically and mentally enough for the Battle ahead. Sadly, many lose their fight with Cancer but not for the lack of trying to beat it.

Kathie Shank

Date: 10/22/2015 7:55:00 PM

Searing and emotive. You let us inside .

Rob Bettridge
Date: 10/25/2015 8:47:00 AM

Thanks Kathie, I guess the older we get, the more we consider how our own 'End Game' might play out. Coming to terms with the concept of ones mortality, for the young, isn't something that is on their (invincible) minds unless it is happening to them or someone close to them.

Jan Evans

Date: 3/1/2015 3:21:00 PM

What a wonderful approach. Excellent work, Mr. Bettridge!

Rob Bettridge
Date: 3/2/2015 12:14:00 AM

Thank you Jan. Much appreciated.

Skat A

Date: 2/14/2015 1:09:00 AM

Rob, I wonder what is the name of this form.. It is perfect. Love it... :)Have yourself a sweet valentine's Day. ~SKAT LOVE~

Rob Bettridge
Date: 2/14/2015 6:21:00 AM

'Shape' covers it. I prefer to know it as 'Sculptured Verse' but then (Imo) all forms of poetry are a sculpture of words whose reading of between the lines often reveals an insight into the author's psyche. It's no wonder then that I watch TV shows like 'Jeremy Kyle' or 'Jerry Springer' once in a while just to re-assure myself that I'm not as screwed up as I thought I might be.

Mel Dicdican

Date: 2/10/2015 8:57:00 PM

This is great. The format itself really fits the tittle "End Game". Well done sir! Thank you for sharing!

Rob Bettridge
Date: 2/11/2015 12:06:00 AM

Thanks Mel. I've tweaked it a bit since you posted your comment. Btw, It's not a Spec of dust on your screen at the bottom of the verse. It is what it is .

Gary Bateman

Date: 2/9/2015 2:36:00 PM

Hello Rob!! Great free verse write here, and I really like how you formatted the verses in an iterative declining order. The title "End Game" says it all!! A solid "7" from me Sir!! I will stay in touch from time-to-time. Feel free to read any of my poems in the future that you choose to. I should have my first published book of poetry soon by May-June this year. Best Always, Gary

Rob Bettridge
Date: 2/9/2015 5:27:00 PM

A Book of your Poems out soon, eh Gary? Congrats.