Jg Collins Poet Prose Poetry

Game

We
who walk
this world,
who are
now alive.
Trapped!
We are
trapped.
Trapped in
ourselves,
trapped on
this rock.
We live,
we think,
we die.
What to do?
What do
we do while
we’re here?
Trapped in
our existence.
Born the 
way we are.
Ensconced 
in our shell.
Born where
we were.
Trapped on
a rock in
a limitless 
void.
What’s the point?
Maybe none.
Maybe everything.
What to do?
Tossed into
existence.
All things
known lost.
Lost to
infinity.
One stop
in many.
Rules to
the game.
Good 
verses
evil.
Once played,
moving on
to the next.

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Constance La France January 25, 2019 at 8:25 AM JG, your poem moved me along like the river of life, all those questions, all those situations of being trapped, really wonderful, it made me think that we are only trapped in our thinking~ Jg Collins February 3, 2019 at 7:58 AM Hi DH, Thank you for reading my work. JG